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philip darcy (arkhospheleteon) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Philip eyes sparked with brightness at Steven's words, the enamoured glow of someone whose mind had been whisked off by the sheer magnificence of an alluring idea. He felt the pulse of inspiration, of some greater connectivity and understanding. A flash of familiarity that came and went. Absently he poured himself a drink, almost spilling over the brim before he realised what he was doing, and moved on to fill the glass of his host. He clinked their cups upon finishing the task.

"Right. That's just how I feel," he agreed enthusiastically, although in truth Philip could not have said that was completely how he'd felt. The sensation had been too elusive, to insubstantial and fleeting, to fully describe until Steven had framed it with his own words, awakened some new awareness. Philip's gaze once again circled the room as though a fresh layer had been peeled back upon the start of this discussion. "It's like there's something deeper than just what lies there at the surface. Sometimes I think if I look hard enough I might see what all those scientists do when they discuss eleven dimensions, and string theory, and alternate realities. I could believe this place was a site for one of their so-called multi-verse collisions they say our universe bears scars for. That'd be interesting, don't you think?" His mind drifted as he took a sip of his glass, and then smiled approvingly as the taste of it grounded him back into reality. "Wow. This is really good. Not that I've had much opportunity to taste expensive vintages, but all the same, wow." Philip flashed an admiring grin.