A/N: This is a new character that's been a joint effort to create. Introducing the wonderful, colorful Jacen. Haven't figured out his story yet, so we'll leave him here for now.
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Prompt 17: STRAND
Green wasn't exactly his color, but Jacen was having a ton of fun with Strand.
Whereas plenty of Guardians had gotten very into Stasis, Jacen had immediately picked up on Strand - and immediately meant immediately, like not a couple of weeks after he had been resurrected. He was quickly launched into kicking ass and chewing bubblegum - sans the bubblegum, most times - and he was very good at it very fast.
Still, despite the obvious joie de vivre that came along with being able to slingshot oneself through the air by attaching to the Weave of reality itself, the mustachioed young Guardian always felt like something was a little bit missing.
Every so often, he'd lay down to sleep, and hear a voice, calling out to him. Her voice reached out to him across incredible distance, burrowing down into his soul - and she knew his name. He could almost see her face when she called for him. And every time, Jacen would wake up reaching out to her, and missing his other half.
Then, he would go on with his life, brushing away the dream until the next time he slept. In his waking hours, he'd slingshot himself across creation, and his head would stay on a swivel, until one day, just by chance, he saw a flash of pink.
And from there, it was ancient history.