JACK
This, believe it or not (it's the former - believe it) is Jack's very first family dinner, and he's only even family-adjacent at best. Granted, given the cacophony of thought that has been whirling around Flora's mind all afternoon, he gets the impression that as far as these sorts of get togethers go, this is probably going to be something of an anomaly. Either way, having given himself a headache before finally resorting to blocking the Doubletake out until her thoughts have calmed, now that they are headed down the beach towards The Northaven, the good captain is about as relaxed as it gets.
"I'll let you know what they have to say later," he tells her smoothly, though having never heard the travelling tongue up close and personal, his curiosity is automatically piqued.
Dressed as Flora's shadow, the captain's shirt is a blue so dark so as to almost seem black, the colour only showing in a soft sheen when the light falls upon it. With his hair swept back out of his face and his eyes still shaded for now by his sunglasses, he's the picture of giving-no-fucks, and that doesn't change even when the parasols, tables and chairs come into view - including the two Taliesins already seated.
"You ready to make some people deeply uncomfortable?" he asks, angling his head towards Flora as if they're sharing a secret, before reaching out to slip his hand into hers for good measure.
"I'll let you know what they have to say later," he tells her smoothly, though having never heard the travelling tongue up close and personal, his curiosity is automatically piqued.
Dressed as Flora's shadow, the captain's shirt is a blue so dark so as to almost seem black, the colour only showing in a soft sheen when the light falls upon it. With his hair swept back out of his face and his eyes still shaded for now by his sunglasses, he's the picture of giving-no-fucks, and that doesn't change even when the parasols, tables and chairs come into view - including the two Taliesins already seated.
"You ready to make some people deeply uncomfortable?" he asks, angling his head towards Flora as if they're sharing a secret, before reaching out to slip his hand into hers for good measure.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
