JACK
Jack's just ordered a drink, and as Aurelia's thoughts flood the perimeters of his telepathy, he orders a second. She's unmistakable in the way she crashes into his magic, both familiar and welcome but also fucking why, and by the time she's sidled up beside him at the bar, he's sliding a tumbler of whiskey across to her. "Probably a good call, your majesty," he drawls, grabbing up his own glass and moving away, motioning for her to join him.
The captain chooses a table that's probably meant to seat a lot more people, but who the fuck cares honestly. Sinking down into his chair, he takes a sip of his drink and settles back to gaze over the newly minted queen of Torchline, from the marks of stress to the dishevelled appearance. "You go first - most've what I have to say is just cussin'."
The captain chooses a table that's probably meant to seat a lot more people, but who the fuck cares honestly. Sinking down into his chair, he takes a sip of his drink and settles back to gaze over the newly minted queen of Torchline, from the marks of stress to the dishevelled appearance. "You go first - most've what I have to say is just cussin'."
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
