JACK
Having drawn his mental barriers as high as they'll go - he really never knows how it's going to be when Safrin appears, after all, and there's a reason he made the cocktails beforehand - Jack settles back on his knees to watch as she steps through the curtain of the cosmos like starlight made manifest. Smiling crookedly and gesturing for her to go ahead, he waits until she has sampled the drink before picking up his own glass, providing his hands are steady enough for it.
"Impossible," he quips, as if even the idea of spoiling Safrin is an oxymoron, though the gods know he's in more of a position to try now than he ever has been before. Only able to stand the white-hot glory of her smile in quick glances, Jack takes a brief sip of the cocktail and sets it down as well, before offering his hand out to her, also palm up, his shirt pushed up to show the smooth, tanned skin at the inside of his wrist.
"Thank you," he adds, "for the opportunity to do this."
"Impossible," he quips, as if even the idea of spoiling Safrin is an oxymoron, though the gods know he's in more of a position to try now than he ever has been before. Only able to stand the white-hot glory of her smile in quick glances, Jack takes a brief sip of the cocktail and sets it down as well, before offering his hand out to her, also palm up, his shirt pushed up to show the smooth, tanned skin at the inside of his wrist.
"Thank you," he adds, "for the opportunity to do this."
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
