JACK
Listening quietly as Vesper offers his insights, Jack sips slowly at his own drink - and it is good, kudos to the young man - Jack nods gently, though there's something lingering in his eyes that suggests he's done exactly the same in the past, but it hasn't stayed so easy. "All well and good unless you wanna keep drinkin' here long-term," he remarks over the rim of his glass. "'Cause she's gonna remember you. And unless you wanna keep that ruse up permanently, she might resent you when she figures you out." There's more to mind-reading than telling people what they want to hear, after all. "Or worse - she might want to see you more."
Setting his glass down as well, Jack walks his fingers around the edge of it, nodding mild approval at the young man's rather grey morals. "A good outlook to have. One thing, though." And it's almost a shame that they have to get down to something akin to business, but before he continues to have a good old chat with his kid, it needs saying.
"Ain't sure if you and your sisters inherited your little gift from me, or if any of you picked up on this from way up there, but I don't advertise." Ergo, Jack's telepathy is a well-kept, iron clad fucking secret, Vesper. "If that ain't the way you wanna run your life, good for you - tell the world, if that's what gets you hard. But if you get loose lips about me, or if anythin' you do lets people put two and two together about me, I will fucking kill you." It's a soft statement, one made without bravado, such that Jack almost feels the need to clarify against what is sure to be a few ruffled feathers.
"And I know, I know - you might have power I can't fathom. Your mother is a goddess. You've got each other, and you've got time, and it might be that I'll find it hard to touch you given even a few seasons. But I'll find a way, I promise. You exist because I'm buildin' something here, and if it falls apart, so do you and your sisters." He sighs. "As long as that's understood, though? I don't see a reason why we can't get along."
Setting his glass down as well, Jack walks his fingers around the edge of it, nodding mild approval at the young man's rather grey morals. "A good outlook to have. One thing, though." And it's almost a shame that they have to get down to something akin to business, but before he continues to have a good old chat with his kid, it needs saying.
"Ain't sure if you and your sisters inherited your little gift from me, or if any of you picked up on this from way up there, but I don't advertise." Ergo, Jack's telepathy is a well-kept, iron clad fucking secret, Vesper. "If that ain't the way you wanna run your life, good for you - tell the world, if that's what gets you hard. But if you get loose lips about me, or if anythin' you do lets people put two and two together about me, I will fucking kill you." It's a soft statement, one made without bravado, such that Jack almost feels the need to clarify against what is sure to be a few ruffled feathers.
"And I know, I know - you might have power I can't fathom. Your mother is a goddess. You've got each other, and you've got time, and it might be that I'll find it hard to touch you given even a few seasons. But I'll find a way, I promise. You exist because I'm buildin' something here, and if it falls apart, so do you and your sisters." He sighs. "As long as that's understood, though? I don't see a reason why we can't get along."
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
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