JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Yeah," Jack agrees, smirking without opening his eyes. Her thoughts flow through him like a watercolour, each emotion bleeding into the next, some blending into something new entirely, and he clutches onto it like a man adrift at sea grabbing a raft. He'd also settle for a bit of chaos - or a lot of chaos, depending on the flavour of it all - and while he's still not sure Torchline is the sort of place that has a queen, if Flora wants to play at the role, he'll still prop up her government.
Humming a hearty agreement, Jack cracks open an eye to glance across at her, melting into her couch much like the wounded ruffian he is, with no thought about the attractiveness of his posture. "Sail away for good?" he murmurs, wrinkling his nose. "Fuck no. Torchline's been mine since I first sailed her perimeter. Ain't gonna let it go."
Humming a hearty agreement, Jack cracks open an eye to glance across at her, melting into her couch much like the wounded ruffian he is, with no thought about the attractiveness of his posture. "Sail away for good?" he murmurs, wrinkling his nose. "Fuck no. Torchline's been mine since I first sailed her perimeter. Ain't gonna let it go."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
