It doesn't precisely make a sound, not at first. One does not read a Page with one's eyes, and Jean has no need for memory aids such as mimicking reading any more. There is the faintest, almost bell-like sound of the Page being touched, the clink of Jean setting their tea down, but mostly they are concentrating. One minute. Three. Ten. Thirteen. Twenty -
To say that there is a shattering sound is to imply a violence that is not there. The Page comes apart like rock candy; it bursts like a bubble on a summer's day, the shards of it go flying across Jean the way a thrown icicle might. A different Page, a Page of a Siren, reforms in Jean's lap, discarded for now, as their body and outfit change to become like Fever as she remembers herself, in red robes of bone, wearing oddly thick gloves with their distinctive arrow designs, a circlet on their brow.
Jean's eyes remain closed as they focus on the story of Fever behind their eyelids.
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Date: 2024-10-31 05:12 am (UTC)To say that there is a shattering sound is to imply a violence that is not there. The Page comes apart like rock candy; it bursts like a bubble on a summer's day, the shards of it go flying across Jean the way a thrown icicle might. A different Page, a Page of a Siren, reforms in Jean's lap, discarded for now, as their body and outfit change to become like Fever as she remembers herself, in red robes of bone, wearing oddly thick gloves with their distinctive arrow designs, a circlet on their brow.
Jean's eyes remain closed as they focus on the story of Fever behind their eyelids.