JACK
Under any other circumstance, Jack would probably have had an excellent time picking Charlie's brain and trying to find out what makes her tick (or moan, or scream), but alas - he's a little busy right now, given that it's right at the end of Flowerbirth and he needs to scrape off the mud coating her skin. "I reckon I can persuade it," he says, sounding confident as he uncaps the jar and approaches her.
A lick of ice frosts through the air and against her thighs and hips - Jack isn't to know that the Ancients dislike the cold that much, is he? - startling the creeping mud and half freezing it so he might bully it away from Charlie's flesh and into the container. It's a decent sized jar, too, but alas, the little priestess might still find herself covered in some of the mud by the time the captain is finished. "Call me Jack," he replies, straightening up and raising an eyebrow down at her.
"For who?"
A lick of ice frosts through the air and against her thighs and hips - Jack isn't to know that the Ancients dislike the cold that much, is he? - startling the creeping mud and half freezing it so he might bully it away from Charlie's flesh and into the container. It's a decent sized jar, too, but alas, the little priestess might still find herself covered in some of the mud by the time the captain is finished. "Call me Jack," he replies, straightening up and raising an eyebrow down at her.
"For who?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
