JACK
"No, they only developed in the past few years," Jack admits with an easy shake of his head. About the time when he started levelling the Outlanders began to flood Torchline, in fact. "There's another, too, but it needs a good storm for me to use it. I've still a ways to go with that one, I think." His lightning magic isn't something he's had a chance to use all too often, given that he can't yet create it himself. Soon, though, he's sure. Again with the levelling.
And now? Jack's smile is as catlike as Flora's thoughts, and he turns ever more towards her with a raise of a brow. "I am just as pleased to see her shores now after a journey as I was then, Your Highness," he quips, his voice dipping into a whisper at her title. "But I can also appreciate decent leadership when I see it." And like it or not, between Flora and Hadama, Torchline had become more than it had been in years under other leaders.
Ah, but then Flora goes and teases him about his vocation, and Jack leans in suddenly to capture her soft bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently. "And what about when things go wrong? When the crew doesn't know what needs to be done?" he wonders, and above them - about 30ft above, conveniently enough - a sudden sharp gale begins to fight the sails, whipping out rope and causing the crew to shout a bit in alarm.
And now? Jack's smile is as catlike as Flora's thoughts, and he turns ever more towards her with a raise of a brow. "I am just as pleased to see her shores now after a journey as I was then, Your Highness," he quips, his voice dipping into a whisper at her title. "But I can also appreciate decent leadership when I see it." And like it or not, between Flora and Hadama, Torchline had become more than it had been in years under other leaders.
Ah, but then Flora goes and teases him about his vocation, and Jack leans in suddenly to capture her soft bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently. "And what about when things go wrong? When the crew doesn't know what needs to be done?" he wonders, and above them - about 30ft above, conveniently enough - a sudden sharp gale begins to fight the sails, whipping out rope and causing the crew to shout a bit in alarm.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
