JACK
Jack doesn't dream. Not unless it's a nightmare, of which he's had far too many in the time since Pierce had killed him with Wilde's Rapier. And so he's unsure, when his eyes open in his cabin, whether this is real or something painted exquisitely onto the canvas of his mind by the lady of the stars. Regardless, her call comes like the song of a siren on the waves, and he finds his way towards the deck on bare, silent feet.
Having just about managed to pull on a shirt to ward off the night chill, the pale linen flutters open about him, unbuttoned, and he approaches the goddess slowly, cautiously, as if in a daze. His magic reaches for her right to the fringes of its range - a range that has increased exponentially thanks to the additions that glint upon his hands and wrist.
"Safrin," he rumbles, drawing to a halt before her and ducking his head in a respectful nod of greeting. Each part of him remains poised, nervous almost, for the explosion of the cosmos behind his eyes that would drag him to his knees and render him unable to think or speak.
Having just about managed to pull on a shirt to ward off the night chill, the pale linen flutters open about him, unbuttoned, and he approaches the goddess slowly, cautiously, as if in a daze. His magic reaches for her right to the fringes of its range - a range that has increased exponentially thanks to the additions that glint upon his hands and wrist.
"Safrin," he rumbles, drawing to a halt before her and ducking his head in a respectful nod of greeting. Each part of him remains poised, nervous almost, for the explosion of the cosmos behind his eyes that would drag him to his knees and render him unable to think or speak.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
