JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Safrin's presence, as always, floods through Jack's magic to set every nerve alight in a collision of pleasure and pain that's always on the verge of too much, but leaves him wanting it again and again anyway. Her hands cradling his cheeks are a balm, his head tilting up to meet the light of infinite galaxies, constellations given form both delicate and dangerous. "Thank you," he hears himself say, but it's a distant murmur to the imperceptible roar of the cosmos that arranges itself around them.
He rises to his feet as if entirely under Safrin's command, which isn't altogether a lie - only a goddess can bring Jack Barclay to his knees so frequently and so willingly, after all. And despite the things he's done to achieve this quest (looking at you, Charlie), now that he's back in her orbit, Safrin is as much the ending and beginning as was when Jack had first encountered her.
Watching the tattoo on the inside of his wrist warp and change, he feels the thrum of power that comes along with it with clear satisfaction. "A pleasure doing business, as always."
The Captain will linger in that residual starlight long after Safrin's presence fades, wiping the blood from his nose caused by the gentle collision of her mind against his own, and only when he's good and ready does he brush his fingers across his tattoo, its magic whisking him back home.
~FIN
He rises to his feet as if entirely under Safrin's command, which isn't altogether a lie - only a goddess can bring Jack Barclay to his knees so frequently and so willingly, after all. And despite the things he's done to achieve this quest (looking at you, Charlie), now that he's back in her orbit, Safrin is as much the ending and beginning as was when Jack had first encountered her.
Watching the tattoo on the inside of his wrist warp and change, he feels the thrum of power that comes along with it with clear satisfaction. "A pleasure doing business, as always."
The Captain will linger in that residual starlight long after Safrin's presence fades, wiping the blood from his nose caused by the gentle collision of her mind against his own, and only when he's good and ready does he brush his fingers across his tattoo, its magic whisking him back home.
~FIN
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
