Oh no, Phoenix never goes for malicious. Even when he pushes Simon through a window, it's something he knows his Alpha can take. Though Simon might find all his boots full of marshmallows for a while.
In watching, Simon can't help but still himself enough to hear. And he does hear. It sounds... alien, and jarring, though softened by layers of reality, he supposes. Being who he is, Simon is constantly trying to figure people out. He knows that's a losing battle with Alec, but it's still an interesting mental exercise.
Alec reaches for him, and Simon is ready to duck, but no... No, it seems to be all right. If a little eccentric.
In wondering about Alec, Simon also wonders if he can tune in and out of the sounds of the cosmic wheels grinding. Phoenix has told him that Alec being aware of all of his alts has driven him slightly potty. With Simon's dread of having his mind invaded, the information had made him shudder. It's his number one fear. And to hear the thoughts of all of his other selves would be a living and eternal hell.
Some of his alts must must be quite psychotic. The ones who have been turned into teapots must be utterly, rabidly, insane.
Mentally, he thanks his Cenn once more, for such impenetrable mental blocks.
“We did all we could not to leave a mess behind. I remember Phoenix telling the chieftains, if we left behind a pile of thrashing wet spaghetti, Alec would slap us all in the face with it.”
Re: Simon Gruber
In watching, Simon can't help but still himself enough to hear. And he does hear. It sounds... alien, and jarring, though softened by layers of reality, he supposes. Being who he is, Simon is constantly trying to figure people out. He knows that's a losing battle with Alec, but it's still an interesting mental exercise.
Alec reaches for him, and Simon is ready to duck, but no... No, it seems to be all right. If a little eccentric.
In wondering about Alec, Simon also wonders if he can tune in and out of the sounds of the cosmic wheels grinding. Phoenix has told him that Alec being aware of all of his alts has driven him slightly potty. With Simon's dread of having his mind invaded, the information had made him shudder. It's his number one fear. And to hear the thoughts of all of his other selves would be a living and eternal hell.
Some of his alts must must be quite psychotic. The ones who have been turned into teapots must be utterly, rabidly, insane.
Mentally, he thanks his Cenn once more, for such impenetrable mental blocks.
“We did all we could not to leave a mess behind. I remember Phoenix telling the chieftains, if we left behind a pile of thrashing wet spaghetti, Alec would slap us all in the face with it.”