JACK
Safrin's touch is cool and warm at the same time against his skin, but even as Jack senses the compass rose beginning to etch itself into him like molten starlight, it's nothing compared to the way the goddess's mind unfurls for him. Like a lotus flower in bloom, she opens against his magic - just for a second, a fraction of an instant that might well have lasted a lifetime for the way it brands his mind.
Inhaling sharply, each careful string of his telepathy plucked into a symphony by her expert hands, Jack would have staggered to his knees were he not there already, and though it's arguably too much, even for this barely there moment, he finds himself chasing it all the same. His nerves sear with her presence, the echoes of her pleasure, her desire, her endless fire, and by the time they part even a fraction he can taste iron on his tongue and his cheeks are wet, but he's never felt so at peace.
It's here, he wants to say, like an addict chasing the next high, home is right here. Instead, dragging together the shreds of himself into something that still resembles Jack Barclay, he clears his throat and bobs his head in a nod. "Until... next time..."
Nodding again, the fingers of his free hand barely brush the fresh, swirling constellations on his wrist before he's whisked away to The Ark, slamming a door against Safrin's closeness that he desperately wants to pry open, to find himself on his knees before her once again.
~FIN
Inhaling sharply, each careful string of his telepathy plucked into a symphony by her expert hands, Jack would have staggered to his knees were he not there already, and though it's arguably too much, even for this barely there moment, he finds himself chasing it all the same. His nerves sear with her presence, the echoes of her pleasure, her desire, her endless fire, and by the time they part even a fraction he can taste iron on his tongue and his cheeks are wet, but he's never felt so at peace.
It's here, he wants to say, like an addict chasing the next high, home is right here. Instead, dragging together the shreds of himself into something that still resembles Jack Barclay, he clears his throat and bobs his head in a nod. "Until... next time..."
Nodding again, the fingers of his free hand barely brush the fresh, swirling constellations on his wrist before he's whisked away to The Ark, slamming a door against Safrin's closeness that he desperately wants to pry open, to find himself on his knees before her once again.
~FIN
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!
