JACK
This is what dying will feel like, he thinks, when it finally comes for him. Like being pushed off the edge of the cosmos, spiralling and splintering and - will your mind ever recover from this, Jack you fucking idiot - streaming with starlight. His head tilts up to watch the goddess, haloed by the moon and seeming bright and dark and effortless as the tide. Her fingertips are porcelain and fire, his head instinctively turning into the press of her palm; into the pain that's about to spiderweb through his skull.
He thinks he screams with the pain, but honestly it might all be in his head - either way, before he can properly comprehend it (dream of it, have sex dreams about it, have nightmares about it) all of it ends. Like the sea after a wretched, bucking storm, Jack is adrift in a goddess's smile. "I'd better not keep her, then," he mumbles of his ship, though his legs won't respond one bit. "Thank you, Safrin."
He thinks he screams with the pain, but honestly it might all be in his head - either way, before he can properly comprehend it (dream of it, have sex dreams about it, have nightmares about it) all of it ends. Like the sea after a wretched, bucking storm, Jack is adrift in a goddess's smile. "I'd better not keep her, then," he mumbles of his ship, though his legs won't respond one bit. "Thank you, Safrin."
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
