i want to taste you again
"Immortality doesn't mean unkillable," Jack informs her snarkily. "Not the version I've agreed to, anyway. I just won't get old." He won't get old, or weak, or unable to function without assistance - all big no thank yous in his book. "So y'know, much as you love your brother, keep the knife out of my neck, yeah?" He imagines that would be a shock for Flora, at least, killing Jack and having him stay dead. It might even be funny for the first five seconds.
Kind of like her fainting. Only as she comes around, it's with accusation, as if he'd been the one to rob her of consciousness on his own, and his confusion is plain as day on his face as he sits up as well. "D'you always threaten to cut off dicks after you pass out?" he wants to know, also glancing towards her bag for any tell-tale spillage of wine. He has the feeling one or both of them will need it very shortly.
"But no, as it happens, it wouldn't. I wasn't cursed with the ability to have children - can you imagine how many bastards'd be runnin' around Torchline by now otherwise?" He scowls. "As it happens, that doesn't mean shit to a goddess. But more to the point, leave my dick outta this."
Kind of like her fainting. Only as she comes around, it's with accusation, as if he'd been the one to rob her of consciousness on his own, and his confusion is plain as day on his face as he sits up as well. "D'you always threaten to cut off dicks after you pass out?" he wants to know, also glancing towards her bag for any tell-tale spillage of wine. He has the feeling one or both of them will need it very shortly.
"But no, as it happens, it wouldn't. I wasn't cursed with the ability to have children - can you imagine how many bastards'd be runnin' around Torchline by now otherwise?" He scowls. "As it happens, that doesn't mean shit to a goddess. But more to the point, leave my dick outta this."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
