JACK
”Nothin’ is impossible,” Jack agrees with a tilt of his head that acknowledges her point. In reality Flora had much more than slept her way into his good graces - he hadn’t handed her his reins for little more than a good fuck, after all - but of course he’s not about to mention that. His eyebrows raise as she calls him chicken, as she likely knew they would, and the droplets don’t merely turn back midair, they freeze to tiny points of hail for good measure.
Shrugging and clearly not caring either way about Aurelia now that she’s shown back up, Jack also gives a cursory glance around for any suspicious, lily shaped plants, before he’s leading them back through the caverns. ”She had the audacity to stroll on deck and rattle at the door to my cabin as if she’d never left. Ain’t shit to do with me,” he says simply.
But as for saying something selfish? That’s what Jack is all about, after all, and despite the leading nature of her thoughts, Jack glances pointedly over his shoulder towards Flora. ”Go on?”
Shrugging and clearly not caring either way about Aurelia now that she’s shown back up, Jack also gives a cursory glance around for any suspicious, lily shaped plants, before he’s leading them back through the caverns. ”She had the audacity to stroll on deck and rattle at the door to my cabin as if she’d never left. Ain’t shit to do with me,” he says simply.
But as for saying something selfish? That’s what Jack is all about, after all, and despite the leading nature of her thoughts, Jack glances pointedly over his shoulder towards Flora. ”Go on?”
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
