JACK
The backhanded compliment has the Captain's brows furrowing despite himself; he's never been good at telling them apart and he's never been good at being told he's not good at something, but this is Safrin and not some random on the street, so he swallows the critique down without comment. And he does indeed look up at his goddess, head tilted back to feel the strange, fae warmth of her hand upon his cheek.
It's a moment as overwhelming and intimate as he'd almost hoped it would be, if not less chaotic than he'd expected. There's no celestial fire burning out the ache in his chest, no nosebleed from the pressure of trying to swallow a star whole; it's just Safrin's soft touch and the unfamiliar comfort of her voice, luring him to the heart of its meaning like a siren song.
His lip curls in the reluctance of agreement to hear that he'll not last long enough to become myth if he doesn't weather this storm, but as he's finding, it's a lot easier said than done; time might be a healer, but it still takes... well, time. He's still mulling over that fact when Safrin plants a seed in his mind that, while it will take its time in the sprouting, may end up changing the course of his life forever. And she does it so quietly, so easily, that he doesn't even notice, taken in by the vision she paints behind his eyes.
"Mm? Oh... thank you," he says as she leans in close, remembering himself enough to give gratitude, before falling silent to listen.
It won't be his quest he's thinking of when he leaves the shrine, though, as Safrin is probably all too aware.
~FIN
It's a moment as overwhelming and intimate as he'd almost hoped it would be, if not less chaotic than he'd expected. There's no celestial fire burning out the ache in his chest, no nosebleed from the pressure of trying to swallow a star whole; it's just Safrin's soft touch and the unfamiliar comfort of her voice, luring him to the heart of its meaning like a siren song.
His lip curls in the reluctance of agreement to hear that he'll not last long enough to become myth if he doesn't weather this storm, but as he's finding, it's a lot easier said than done; time might be a healer, but it still takes... well, time. He's still mulling over that fact when Safrin plants a seed in his mind that, while it will take its time in the sprouting, may end up changing the course of his life forever. And she does it so quietly, so easily, that he doesn't even notice, taken in by the vision she paints behind his eyes.
"Mm? Oh... thank you," he says as she leans in close, remembering himself enough to give gratitude, before falling silent to listen.
It won't be his quest he's thinking of when he leaves the shrine, though, as Safrin is probably all too aware.
~FIN
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
