JACK
"I don't think you have ever fucked me," Jack counters, eyes glittering with mischief and a hint of challenge. "I'm usually the one taking that role." If their moment on the beach at Longnight is anything to go by, anyway. Still, he's more than happy to be proved wrong in that arena - or to correct it, if that's what Flora wants. Anyway.
Helping her onto the shore before promptly shrugging out of his coat to toss it over the side of the rowboat (the jungle doesn't get as cold as the high seas at Deepfrost, as one might easily guess), the captain grumbles and rolls his eyes at her caution. Both very much accustomed to being careful but also wildly impulsive and dangerous - and such is the dichotomy of Jack Barclay - he can understand Flora's point even if he doesn't like it. "Fine," he intones, before leading them deeper into the humidity and thick foliage.
As for his advice, he hasn't been close enough to Dahlia and her ilk (for very good reason) to give particularly bespoke details - but he knows the sitution well enough. "Keep your knife covered in silk," he says with an easy shrug, raking bronze hair out of his eyes as they duck beneath a few vines. "Be her best friend, until you're in a position to show yourself as her enemy. If that's the way you wanna do things."
Helping her onto the shore before promptly shrugging out of his coat to toss it over the side of the rowboat (the jungle doesn't get as cold as the high seas at Deepfrost, as one might easily guess), the captain grumbles and rolls his eyes at her caution. Both very much accustomed to being careful but also wildly impulsive and dangerous - and such is the dichotomy of Jack Barclay - he can understand Flora's point even if he doesn't like it. "Fine," he intones, before leading them deeper into the humidity and thick foliage.
As for his advice, he hasn't been close enough to Dahlia and her ilk (for very good reason) to give particularly bespoke details - but he knows the sitution well enough. "Keep your knife covered in silk," he says with an easy shrug, raking bronze hair out of his eyes as they duck beneath a few vines. "Be her best friend, until you're in a position to show yourself as her enemy. If that's the way you wanna do things."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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