His mind is already heavily distracted from the tranquil banter, but he can't help replying all the same. There was something calming about this back and forth that eased his mind, unnerving as that was to consider. But he needed that undivided focus now, if he was going to accomplish what he wanted.
"I just want to see..." The pen hovers uncertainly over the paper, as if waiting for instructions from a higher power. Vincent's words have trailed off, but in actuality there was nothing more for him to add - he wanted to see. To put that strange fixation into action, to carve out something useful from this unbidden intuition.
There was a term for that in more flaky social circles, he thought. What was it again? Opening your third eye.
Slowly, carefully, he begins to draw. His mind is completely blank, leaning heavily on what he imagines what must be Kit's own energy as his hands go to work. They'd combined once to create a puncture in this frustrating web of the unknown. They could do it again.
With the same grim determination he puts into everything he does, something recognizable begins to emerge. A circle coiled around the teardrops - no, a snake. An ouroboros, tail clenched wickedly between its teeth just above what it seemed to be protecting. Dark little scales cover its entire body, and directly opposite from its head is a small kink, as if someone had tried to beat their way through the guardian to reach those eyes.
Vincent remains silent once he finishes, pen tip still pressed heavily to the paper. The mythology is clear, but he doesn't recognize what he's drawn at all. It's obvious from his expression that he's trying to divine meaning from it as much as Kit must be.
and then getting super shafted after unnecessarily killing one of my favorite characters
His mind is already heavily distracted from the tranquil banter, but he can't help replying all the same. There was something calming about this back and forth that eased his mind, unnerving as that was to consider. But he needed that undivided focus now, if he was going to accomplish what he wanted.
"I just want to see..." The pen hovers uncertainly over the paper, as if waiting for instructions from a higher power. Vincent's words have trailed off, but in actuality there was nothing more for him to add - he wanted to see. To put that strange fixation into action, to carve out something useful from this unbidden intuition.
There was a term for that in more flaky social circles, he thought. What was it again? Opening your third eye.
Slowly, carefully, he begins to draw. His mind is completely blank, leaning heavily on what he imagines what must be Kit's own energy as his hands go to work. They'd combined once to create a puncture in this frustrating web of the unknown. They could do it again.
With the same grim determination he puts into everything he does, something recognizable begins to emerge. A circle coiled around the teardrops - no, a snake. An ouroboros, tail clenched wickedly between its teeth just above what it seemed to be protecting. Dark little scales cover its entire body, and directly opposite from its head is a small kink, as if someone had tried to beat their way through the guardian to reach those eyes.
Vincent remains silent once he finishes, pen tip still pressed heavily to the paper. The mythology is clear, but he doesn't recognize what he's drawn at all. It's obvious from his expression that he's trying to divine meaning from it as much as Kit must be.