JACK
“I have already impressed a goddess like Safrin, thank you,” Jack says with a raise of his eyebrows at Flora, tracking her aqua blues as they run down the length of his face and back again. Granted, whilst once upon a time he’d not have let anyone near him with a razor, these days he might just consider it for the Doubletake. “Go on then. What would you do?” he wants to know, tilting his head as he continues to follow after her.
Granted, as the conversation turns to Safrin and Dahlia, of all people, it’s with a wrinkle of his nose that Jack shakes his head. “Nowhere near the same level,” he says of the Reaper. “Safrin is like starin’ into a black hole, or listenin’ to the heartbeat of a star. I’ll need scrapin’ off the ground afterwards.” If last time had been any indication, anyway.
Jack has to run his fingers through his hair to dispel the residual memories of Safrin, and so talk of Melita and the potential for her being channeled is a welcome distraction - as is Maea, of all people. “Think I met someone like that once. Real pale?” He tilts his head, letting Flora’s memories wash over him and nodding, confirming that they seem like the same person.
“You wanna make good on that favour?” He assumes.
Granted, as the conversation turns to Safrin and Dahlia, of all people, it’s with a wrinkle of his nose that Jack shakes his head. “Nowhere near the same level,” he says of the Reaper. “Safrin is like starin’ into a black hole, or listenin’ to the heartbeat of a star. I’ll need scrapin’ off the ground afterwards.” If last time had been any indication, anyway.
Jack has to run his fingers through his hair to dispel the residual memories of Safrin, and so talk of Melita and the potential for her being channeled is a welcome distraction - as is Maea, of all people. “Think I met someone like that once. Real pale?” He tilts his head, letting Flora’s memories wash over him and nodding, confirming that they seem like the same person.
“You wanna make good on that favour?” He assumes.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
