there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Mm, somethin' like that," Jack mutters; he'll leave it to the stranger to come across Melita for himself to decide if quaint is the appropriate word for it. All the while he dances around that strange, dark and cosmic shield, before retreating at last, unable to find a way in for now. Granted he's not fucking happy about it, and it's only the effort of decades that has him leaving the frustration and confusion for later.
"No, not today," Jack agrees, raising an eyebrow down at the young man as he strolls back for the gangplank, fingers idly tapping against the railings before he's stepping back down towards the harbour. Being any closer to the stranger doesn't help, and so he pauses a healthy distance away, biting at the inside of his cheek. To say that Jack doesn't like this is an understatement, especially when there's a proposition involved, and he looks Vesper up and down as if seeing him properly for the first time.
"I get a lot of propositions. You get thirty seconds."
"No, not today," Jack agrees, raising an eyebrow down at the young man as he strolls back for the gangplank, fingers idly tapping against the railings before he's stepping back down towards the harbour. Being any closer to the stranger doesn't help, and so he pauses a healthy distance away, biting at the inside of his cheek. To say that Jack doesn't like this is an understatement, especially when there's a proposition involved, and he looks Vesper up and down as if seeing him properly for the first time.
"I get a lot of propositions. You get thirty seconds."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
