[accidental video, week 27, day 1]
[The screen flickers for a moment, and then resolves, the view point skewed, the device just left half hidden in the bedclothes. The angle of it though gives a perfect view of Jason, who's standing before the tiny little mirror that's on the wall. His shirt and jacket is in a crumpled pile behind him, carelessly tossed to the ground.
He turns, and there's a flash of his green eyes in the tiny mirror, and he mutters to himself but the words are too soft to be overhead. He twists again, and there's the flash of his face in that little mirror, and it's almost peaceful, as calm as Jason gets. He shifts again, lifting an arm, and turning to the side, so he can reach with the other hand, tracing along the long, deep scar scorring along his flank.]
There you are. [He softly murmurs, almost dream-like. His thumb traces along the length of it, soft and gentle as if he's tracing over a lover's skin.]
He turns, and there's a flash of his green eyes in the tiny mirror, and he mutters to himself but the words are too soft to be overhead. He twists again, and there's the flash of his face in that little mirror, and it's almost peaceful, as calm as Jason gets. He shifts again, lifting an arm, and turning to the side, so he can reach with the other hand, tracing along the long, deep scar scorring along his flank.]
There you are. [He softly murmurs, almost dream-like. His thumb traces along the length of it, soft and gentle as if he's tracing over a lover's skin.]