i want to taste you again
"Maybe," Jack agrees with a soft sigh, though he's not sure whether Safrin would renege on that kind of a deal quite so succinctly. She's known for a lot of things, but not for outright betrayal. (As far as he knows, in any case, and given that she's Torchline's patron goddess, he's inclined to believe it). Still, he can't help but scoff as Flora's thoughts tilt towards the Sword. "Deimos just isn't ambitious enough," he declares, whether or not it might be true.
Grasping at her hand and carefully drawing himself to his feet, Jack rolls his shoulders and follows her gaze out into the glittering distance. "Your opinion has been noted," he assures her. "Though I've always wanted my own festival, so maybe that'll be nice." Scoffing, he begins to trek forward again, unable not to agree with her last point given the weariness in his bones.
"Bit late to hitch a ride on a passin' cart," he supposes. "There's prob'ly an inn nearby, though." Nodding towards some twinkling lights to their left (y'know, from that maybe town in King's End?), he glances back at Flora. "I can go there, if you want to use that compass to get home."
Grasping at her hand and carefully drawing himself to his feet, Jack rolls his shoulders and follows her gaze out into the glittering distance. "Your opinion has been noted," he assures her. "Though I've always wanted my own festival, so maybe that'll be nice." Scoffing, he begins to trek forward again, unable not to agree with her last point given the weariness in his bones.
"Bit late to hitch a ride on a passin' cart," he supposes. "There's prob'ly an inn nearby, though." Nodding towards some twinkling lights to their left (y'know, from that maybe town in King's End?), he glances back at Flora. "I can go there, if you want to use that compass to get home."
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!
