JACK
The burning sensation whipcracks from Charlie right into Jack, such that he has to fumble to keep hold of the (now sealed again, luckily) jar of squirming memory mud. Straightening up and raising his free hand - now free of ice too, as it happens - the captain feels the shift of something dark and reptilian lurking beneath the petite blonde's skin, and he dips his head in as much of an apologetic nod as anyone is likely to get from him. "Weren't meant for you, love," he assures her, and before he can step forward again, Charlie is just in front of him, faster than his magic can work.
He doesn't like that, and though he hides it behind a smile, the tightness to his eyes says as much.
"Your goddess," he corrects with a scrunch of his nose, the star on his cheek evidence enough of his own alliance. "I was just here for the mud. If you're lookin' for someone to preach to, you'd be better off tryin' elsewhere." And already he's starting to trudge back the way he's come, wanting nothing to do with the bubblegum pink of her enthusiasm or whatever she might try to rope him into doing.
He doesn't like that, and though he hides it behind a smile, the tightness to his eyes says as much.
"Your goddess," he corrects with a scrunch of his nose, the star on his cheek evidence enough of his own alliance. "I was just here for the mud. If you're lookin' for someone to preach to, you'd be better off tryin' elsewhere." And already he's starting to trudge back the way he's come, wanting nothing to do with the bubblegum pink of her enthusiasm or whatever she might try to rope him into doing.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
