i want to taste you again
Jack's mind might be his own again, but there's nothing in it but yawning darkness and the sort of pain that fractures through bones and teeth, aching deep and hard in a way that makes one want to scratch it out with their fingernails. He's left, as he began, on his knees before the shrine, though by now he's hunched forward, his forehead pressed against the soft grass, his arms gripped around himself as if it might hold the threads of him together.
To say there's blood everywhere is an understatement; Safrin's presence has seared through his mind and left it vacant and electric, and red streams from his nose, his ears, between his lips. Jack would be sobbing if he had the sense or the breath to try. Instead it's barely enough to anchor himself to the here and the now; the ground beneath his knees, the air caressing his shoulders and across the back of his neck, the smell of distant flowers and the tang of iron.
To say there's blood everywhere is an understatement; Safrin's presence has seared through his mind and left it vacant and electric, and red streams from his nose, his ears, between his lips. Jack would be sobbing if he had the sense or the breath to try. Instead it's barely enough to anchor himself to the here and the now; the ground beneath his knees, the air caressing his shoulders and across the back of his neck, the smell of distant flowers and the tang of iron.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
