JACK
"Well, lucky for you, if we get even a whisper of one out there..." Jack gestures to his side, where his spyglass is already clipped to his belt and ready to go. As Torchline shrinks away, too, and they head out over the black expanse of the Arclight (in the opposite direction of Starfall, thank you), the world above them opens up even more. Through The Ark's starlit sails, shooting stars blink by in abundance, and the constellations that the captain knows well seem to burn in a kaleidoscope of colours, twinkling all the brighter for the lack of air pollution.
"If a blanket is what you really want, you can go ahead," he says, the knowing look on his face one that Flora will recognise all too well. If not, Jack turns to lean agains the railing, and though he doesn't actively roll his eyes, the roguish reluctance in the way he lifts his arm for her to step in against his side might almost be mistaken for charming in the right light.
"If a blanket is what you really want, you can go ahead," he says, the knowing look on his face one that Flora will recognise all too well. If not, Jack turns to lean agains the railing, and though he doesn't actively roll his eyes, the roguish reluctance in the way he lifts his arm for her to step in against his side might almost be mistaken for charming in the right light.
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
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
