full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
It begins as a soft rustle at the window that might just be a breeze through the palms outside, but isn't. And then a knife lances through the open space and buries itself in a wooden cabinet somewhere over Flora's shoulder. Of course Jack has a perfect view of the definitely-casual Kaliesin girl and her book of poems, and when he appears at the sill, it's with a wolfish smile.
"I stand by what I said earlier," he purrs, perched at the window like some predatory bird come to say hello, "I ain't sure you can handle me. Not if you're expectin' to do much damage, anyways." Has he 'misread' the tone of the afternoon's conversation on purpose? Absolutely.
Because while a pretty face and a smokin' body is very nice indeed, so is not getting disembowelled by a demigod. And once Flora's fine ass had sashayed away from his ship, sense had returned, and it's here to stay. (For like... a minute, anyway).
"I stand by what I said earlier," he purrs, perched at the window like some predatory bird come to say hello, "I ain't sure you can handle me. Not if you're expectin' to do much damage, anyways." Has he 'misread' the tone of the afternoon's conversation on purpose? Absolutely.
Because while a pretty face and a smokin' body is very nice indeed, so is not getting disembowelled by a demigod. And once Flora's fine ass had sashayed away from his ship, sense had returned, and it's here to stay. (For like... a minute, anyway).
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
