JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Guess so," Jack murmurs, though his mind is already on whatever preening and impatience and anticipation Flora's thoughts scattershot across his magic. He follows obediently enough, his eyes on her curves and his mind a mix of intention and reaction, such that he falls to a halt almost at the exact same time as she does, left peering over her shoulder into the altogether average looking (right now) room.
But then wow me, she says, and the captain gazes down at her for a surprisingly long few seconds. Anyone else, anywhere else, and he'd have insisted some way or another that they go first - how else is Jack supposed to get his kicks if not in response to others? But fine. "You asked," he drawls, sidling past her and into the space.
A space which almost immediately bleeds into pitch blackness, the sort of which is too complete to be anything other than a blank and empty void. Except... it's not . They are faint at first, but curls of light and colour begin to spark across the dark expanse; strange and organic fireworks, some the soft green of calm and focus, others the jagged violet of frustration - most in shades of mauve or lilac, though, given the location. Thoughts, each and every one, as Jack makes sense of them through the filter of his magic.
"I don't reckon it'll really work until you walk in," he mutters.
But then wow me, she says, and the captain gazes down at her for a surprisingly long few seconds. Anyone else, anywhere else, and he'd have insisted some way or another that they go first - how else is Jack supposed to get his kicks if not in response to others? But fine. "You asked," he drawls, sidling past her and into the space.
A space which almost immediately bleeds into pitch blackness, the sort of which is too complete to be anything other than a blank and empty void. Except... it's not . They are faint at first, but curls of light and colour begin to spark across the dark expanse; strange and organic fireworks, some the soft green of calm and focus, others the jagged violet of frustration - most in shades of mauve or lilac, though, given the location. Thoughts, each and every one, as Jack makes sense of them through the filter of his magic.
"I don't reckon it'll really work until you walk in," he mutters.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
