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Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine? [closed]
Navigating his way to Seth's building without assistance makes Daniel prouder than he has any right to be, but it's just nice to know he's able to adapt and learn his way around. It gives him a sense of accomplishment to contrast with the drifting downward trajectory it feels like his life's taken as of late.
The optimism lasts about as long as it takes for Daniel to find the apartment door. Then he briefly loses his nerve and has to take a minute (or two, or three, certainly no more than four and no, he has absolutely not been counting) to collect all his thoughts into one place and automatically begin assembling a preamble before scrapping the idea almost immediately.
He is not going to start with a formal introduction. That would be ridiculous.
And he's not nervous. Just a shade agitated, maybe. Well within reason. It's just the issue of he and Seth spending a disproportionate amount of time walking around in each others' heads, something that definitely warrants a conversation of some sort. Possibly involving alcohol, and Daniel isn't typically one to make that suggestion lightly.
He's done hesitating. Daniel takes a quick breath and knocks before he can change his mind.
The optimism lasts about as long as it takes for Daniel to find the apartment door. Then he briefly loses his nerve and has to take a minute (or two, or three, certainly no more than four and no, he has absolutely not been counting) to collect all his thoughts into one place and automatically begin assembling a preamble before scrapping the idea almost immediately.
He is not going to start with a formal introduction. That would be ridiculous.
And he's not nervous. Just a shade agitated, maybe. Well within reason. It's just the issue of he and Seth spending a disproportionate amount of time walking around in each others' heads, something that definitely warrants a conversation of some sort. Possibly involving alcohol, and Daniel isn't typically one to make that suggestion lightly.
He's done hesitating. Daniel takes a quick breath and knocks before he can change his mind.
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He pulls his plate of waffles over and starts covering them in strawberry syrup. "Yes, I'm really me," he finally answers Daniel, "And I'd be happy to answer any angelic questions. What are you, an academic? Don't get many people flinging Hebrew at me these days."
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The static of whatever weird aura there is surrounding him makes more sense and the "angel" thing implies a much greater age that belies the physical appearance but all the same...wow. Archangel Gabriel. The archangel Gabriel.
"Sorry." Yet another apology, this one accompanied by a faint, fascinated, sheepish smile. "I'm just, I'm, I'm used to meeting gods but they're never really gods, they're just, just empty claims. I've, well. Never really had a brush with the literal." Godlike beings maybe, but there would have to be more interference on the lower planes for the higher-plane races to make that sort of claim. This is - different. An angel, taking the shape of someone flesh-and-blood. That's what Daniel assumes, anyhow. No spectral manifestation could interact with the physical world like Gabriel - he is still not used to thinking that - does with apparent ease.
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"How's your head?" he asks Daniel when there's a pause in the nerding. He's managed to avoid getting a hangover himself, the only thing wrong with his head just caused by recently waking up. But with Daniel's lower tolerance, he might have a bit of it that he hasn't gotten around to acknowledging yet.
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He watches with amusement as Seth scoots the cup of coffee closer to Daniel, who still seems to be having trouble with the whole idea of breakfast as a whole in the face of meeting an archangel. It's kind of interesting, actually, how concerned Seth seems to be about Daniel. If he didn't know any better, he'd think Seth has a crush.
"I could help with that, if you want." He wiggles the fingers of his left hand, then stuffs some waffle into his mouth with the other. His mouth still full, he adds, "healing powers."
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And Seth asked him a question. Right.
"Um, doing okay." Honestly, he hadn't been paying much attention to his own biology due to the abrupt presence of an archangel in the immediate vicinity because that is incredible. Upon pause and careful consideration, he determines little more than a dull ache that can probably be attributed to an until recent lack of caffeine. Seth's anti-hangover water tactics have served their purpose well, he supposes. "Pretty good, considering."
Considering the amount of caffeinated alcohol he probably shouldn't have consumed last night? Seth was probably even worse off; Daniel has a dim recollection of someone falling asleep on top of him, as it were, though that might have a little more to do with the dream.
Oh god. The dream. He is going to - not think about that. Besides, he has the benefit of an entirely much more interesting distraction in the form of a very tangible celestial being that's apparently serving him breakfast. He leans forward, brow furrowed with eager, analytical intent.
"Okay, so healing powers," he ticks off with one finger. Now that he's been given the window, the intellectual floodgates have been opened. "And then this," he makes a spiraling gesture with his free hand to indicate the breakfast-laden table, " which is, I'm guessing, object manifestation? Or, or is it more of a transmutation? Not illusory, is it? And you're, you're obviously not a spectral manifestation, you wouldn't be able to interact on a physical plane otherwise."
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Seth having a crush on Daniel? Ridiculous. Inconceivable."See why Gabe's a useful friend to have?" Seth comments with a smile in response to the offer of healing powers. Though Seth may have been keeping an eye on him lately to make sure he doesn't go expending all his angelic mojo and stopping himself from healing, but based on how he just flaunted this breakfast, he's going to assume things are mostly back to normal. And he nods in satisfaction at Daniel's lack of hangover.
He's just going to let Daniel do his thing. Seth's completely forgotten about the dream for the present moment, which perhaps isn't surprising given the wealth of distractions. Though it mostly involves listening to Daniel ramble, and eating. Both of those are things he enjoys doing however, so why not. And he's glad Gabe seems okay with indulging Daniel's curiosity, and that Daniel wasn't put off by Gabe waltzing in unannounced and -- handing out nicknames.
Seth chokes a little bit on his coffee, seemingly unrelated to what Daniel is talking about. The nickname Gabriel had given Daniel had finally connected in his mind, giving Seth an actual mental image.
"Sorry, go on," he mutters, staring at his eggs while he tries to ignore the sensation of his ears turning just a little hotter.
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He cuts off when Seth coughs, then continues to watch as- is he blushing? He can't immediately tie a reason to it, but he's thinking that this whole 'crush' idea might have a little more weight than it did a few moments ago.
"...but I'm not. I'm definitely here. And the food." That would be a hint to actually eat something, Daniel. It'd be a shame if it went to waste.
The blushing definitely is a thing that he needs to explore further, but there's not much point in just asking Seth about it. If there was something, he'd just lie. He has a better idea. "You need to tell me though," he asks Daniel, "is it true that linguists are better with their tongues?"
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Assured of the food's reality and able to
finallytake a hint, Daniel draws the plate nearest to him and starts eating, finding the quality to be in line with that of the much-appreciated coffee.He chews thoughtfully while Gabriel launches his next question.
"Wish that were the case," he admits with a shake of his head, "but my diphthongs are really kind of lacking. Hence why my German and Mandarin are much, much rougher than I would like. But expanding one's area of study means more variation, less individualized aptitude, so." He shrugs, and resumes eating. The pitfalls of over-extending himself into twenty-three languages.
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And then of course he goes ahead and says that. If one weren't paying attention, it might seem like Seth didn't even notice, because he is doing a pretty good job at containing himself at the moment, but he does go very still for a few moments. Daniel doesn't even seem to notice, which is probably for the best. He's not used to Gabe's rather impressive skill at making anything sound dirty. And that one was pretty obvious. Or is it just a coincidence and he's thinking too much? Or is Gabe just messing with him, but without thinking anything is really behind it, just being dirty for his own amusement? The latter seems more likely.
Seth is just going to stubbornly pretend like everything's normal and change the subject, clearing his throat a bit and finally looking up, though avoiding Gabe's eye. "By the way, if you hadn't guessed by now, the giant illusion Godzilla was Gabe's doing," he points out to Daniel, managing to sound decently casual.
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He's never seen Seth's ears so red. He's surprised that Daniel hasn't noticed the blush, but he seems to be more interested in his breakfast at the moment. Maybe that's for the best. It'l give him more time to see if he can suss out Seth's feelings a little more.
He's about to clarify what he meant with the tongue comment when Seth cuts in. "Oh come onnn, do we have to keep bringing up the Godzilla thing? You had an amazing time." He turns to Daniel, and leans back in his chair, holding out a hand as if setting the scene. "You should have seen him. On top of a roof battling the great snarling beast, his chest oiled and glistening as he shot arrow after arrow. He avenged my death. It was very sweet."
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The admission speedily informs him that, first of all, the archangel Gabriel's powers for illusion, possibly object manifestation, are astronomical. That large a construct with that wide a radius of effect with that convincing a reality is an incredible feat, and he's regarding it more or less as just another fun Friday night. Secondly, it alerts Daniel to the startling fact that the archangel Gabriel has a very active sense of humor.
"You...made Godzilla?" He doesn't know whether to laugh or be confused or astounded and he's pretty sure his face settles on a bizarre mix of all three. "Like a complete, city-wide illusion? That's incredible. I mean -" He shoots Seth a glance, but he doesn't seem very impressed. Maybe regular exposure to this sort of thing normalizes it for him, but for Daniel it's all very, very new and equally exciting. "- uh. Just...because?"
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He might've started worrying that Gabe was actually flirting with Daniel just out of legitimate interest - a thought which surprisingly makes Seth feel a little queasy in a way he doesn't think has anything to do with last night's drinking - but no, he is definitely messing with Seth. Has Daniel yet realised this was the Gabe who Peter and him were talking about offering threesomes?
And he'd correct Gabe in his description of the scene, except Daniel seems to have breezed right by it and just gotten stuck on the 'Godzilla' bit. Thankfully. ...Probably. It does kind of tell him that Daniel takes very little interest in or notice of Seth, uh, 'glistening'. However, that description is probably going to stick with Seth a while and just embarrass him on regular occasions, he's sure, even if none of the other present parties seem even slightly bothered by it.