JACK
What the fuck is absolutely an adequate way to describe what happens, and Jack steers the Ark higher through the starlit skies, feeling the excitement balloon in his chest such that it threatens to have him taking off as well. He can sense the mingled excitement, pleasure and wariness that vibrates from each of his impromptu crew, and as he turns to Melita and Raza, it's with a wink that maybe shows off the small star tattoo now branded at the corner of his eye.
"Had a little help from a goddess," he admits, all bravado and devil-may-care. "I s'pose you could say I'm a Safrin man now. If that's a problem, you know where the edge of the ship is." It's a jest, especially in current company, but for anyone else in the future? He fucking means it.
"Had a little help from a goddess," he admits, all bravado and devil-may-care. "I s'pose you could say I'm a Safrin man now. If that's a problem, you know where the edge of the ship is." It's a jest, especially in current company, but for anyone else in the future? He fucking means it.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
