@hebelieves [from here]
When you look at EVERYTHING at once, you end up having an intensity in your gaze. Heimdall stares too hard and more oft than not, isn’t subtle about it. “You know more than you think you know. After Wednesday comes Thursday and the Son shall follow after the Father.” But he was talking about a different Son.
“There’s a light in you that’s stronger than anything else.” Hamilton repeats words that he didn’t physically hear, by virtue of not being there — it’s a private moment shared by two people — but still he knows. He knows. Just like how he knows what the bartender had for breakfast, or how he scrapped his knee to the very bone and cried because his father refused to take him to the hospital, or how the bartender would skip work tomorrow and run off with the supposed love of his life. Just like how he knows that sometimes, things are lost, but usually never forever. “You just have to go looking for it again.” The Watcher lifts his index finger and points to Shadow’s heart, “In here. She lives in here.”
He arched an eyebrow at Hamilton. Both of his eyes shifted between the other man’s own, hoping to find in them the sense that his words lacked. But Shadow found nothing. Instead he saw the same look all of Wednesday’s crew seemed to have : the I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON’T look. I know something you don’t and I will never tell. ❝ ━━ Right. ❞ Shadow muttered in reply without being able to help the squinting of his eyes. He wouldn’t bother trying to decipher what he was being told. More often than not, Shadow found himself reaching incorrect conclusions about the gods. He always needed Wednesday to hold his hand through it all. For a man of his size it seemed awkward to feel THIS SMALL under another’s gaze. He tried to focus back on his beer.
But Hamilton spoke again and this time, Shadow felt a his heart skip a beat. He lifted his head back up to stare at the man, deity, goblin, whatever the hell he was. And his lips parted to call out for someone that couldn’t possibly be there with them. His mother had told him that many years ago. She had always had SUCH GREAT FAITH IN HIM ... To hear an echo of a past that was as painful as it was beautiful left him in a daze. A finger aimed at his heart. Shadow Moon could hardly hear the other man’s voice. He was miles away, standing over a grave at sixteen years of age, wondering what good was all of that light he had inside of him if it hadn’t been able to spare his momma from a slow death. He fluttered his lashes and tried to process the situation at hand the best way he could. ❝ That was a private conversation. ❞ Shadow said, his voice surprisingly low. ❝ I don’t appreciate you going poking around my past without my permission. ❞