[ Like quicksand, the more he struggles, the more he seems ensnared in the trap that he'd fallen into. Hand immobilized and the weight of a knee pressing heavily into his stomach stills him momentarily, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He grits his teeth, fist following the motion as he stares up into the stone-cold mask looming over him.
With an experimental twist of his body, he gauges his position. Nope, stuck pretty tight for now. Jack isn't going to give him an opening that easily. ]
Heh, you know as well as I do I can do this all day.
[ This close up, he can see the smoky details. How every tendril seems to be a controlled part of him, stitching back together into solid shapes, only to disperse again at will. It's disconcerting, and altogether curious, but not as frightening as he'd thought it would be at this distance. Then again, Gabriel was rarely ever frightened. ]
...what the hell are you, Jack?
[ His tone drops down to something startlingly gentle, with only a hint of a growl in the back of his throat. ]
no subject
With an experimental twist of his body, he gauges his position. Nope, stuck pretty tight for now. Jack isn't going to give him an opening that easily. ]
Heh, you know as well as I do I can do this all day.
[ This close up, he can see the smoky details. How every tendril seems to be a controlled part of him, stitching back together into solid shapes, only to disperse again at will. It's disconcerting, and altogether curious, but not as frightening as he'd thought it would be at this distance. Then again, Gabriel was rarely ever frightened. ]
...what the hell are you, Jack?
[ His tone drops down to something startlingly gentle, with only a hint of a growl in the back of his throat. ]