there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
There's no awareness, any longer, of the placement of his body or his mind (his soul?) in relation to it. Jack is pulled free of bone and sinew, muscles screaming and the world twisting over and into itself as he finds himself miraculously drawn against the goddess. She burns through him, tasting of ozone and petrichor, and the smell of her is like the first blush of a virgin meadow, or the cold and endless frost of a deep Halo night.
Stars burst in his veins, comets roaring through each beat of his heart, and he follows the tug of Safrin's will to the very core of what she offers, of what he might become if she decides it's enough.
Seven simple tasks. So simple. Like checking off a list.
"We have a deal." Jack doesn't know any more if he's speaking out loud, if the words that leave his lips make any sense of if they're a tangle of blood and saliva.
There's just one snag, and though he doubts it will pose a problem for Safrin, it bears saying, lest she think him anything but serious.
"But I can't...?" Have children, of course. The captain is a lot of things, but in this he is incapable.
Not unwilling.
Incapable.
Stars burst in his veins, comets roaring through each beat of his heart, and he follows the tug of Safrin's will to the very core of what she offers, of what he might become if she decides it's enough.
Seven simple tasks. So simple. Like checking off a list.
"We have a deal." Jack doesn't know any more if he's speaking out loud, if the words that leave his lips make any sense of if they're a tangle of blood and saliva.
There's just one snag, and though he doubts it will pose a problem for Safrin, it bears saying, lest she think him anything but serious.
"But I can't...?" Have children, of course. The captain is a lot of things, but in this he is incapable.
Not unwilling.
Incapable.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
