JACK
Alright, Jack can't deny that much - if there ever was a Torchline way of doing things, he's practically patented it - and the realisation does have a soft laugh slipping from his lips. "Who knows - maybe she was even like me. I've got my doubts, though." He'd not lifted anything of that calibre from his father's mind during his formative years, which either meant his mother was no telepath, or she'd gone as far as to start a family with a man who had no idea about it.
Which, you know, kudos to her for keeping things that locked down if so.
Drawn out of thoughts of the past by the sparkle of amusement in Flora's mind, Jack glances across at her in time to see the smile part her lips, and as the falling night catches the shadows on her face and the glitter of her eyes, he can appreciate the way the world sees her all the more fully. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he drawls. Although, if anyone could manage snow in Torchline it's a man with ice magic at his fingertips, but Jack decides not to mention that. The tattoo is enough, at least for tonight.
Turning towards her and surrendering his other hand - his dominant hand this time - she'll be able to feel the old scars on his knuckles, the callouses that seem harder here. And Jack is content to sit in silence until Flora continues, the captain hissing in a breath that almost sounds playful. "You say the most dangerous shit to a man like me," he tells her, his tone one of helpless acceptance. Words like I'd do anything for you are ones the captain has used to ruin people in the past, and there's something about hearing them from Flora that makes him want her to take them back.
"I believe it," he says quietly. That she really would do anything, that she can do more than murder and mayhem. "For now, how about we just stick to leavin' me out of future family dinners, mm?"
Which, you know, kudos to her for keeping things that locked down if so.
Drawn out of thoughts of the past by the sparkle of amusement in Flora's mind, Jack glances across at her in time to see the smile part her lips, and as the falling night catches the shadows on her face and the glitter of her eyes, he can appreciate the way the world sees her all the more fully. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he drawls. Although, if anyone could manage snow in Torchline it's a man with ice magic at his fingertips, but Jack decides not to mention that. The tattoo is enough, at least for tonight.
Turning towards her and surrendering his other hand - his dominant hand this time - she'll be able to feel the old scars on his knuckles, the callouses that seem harder here. And Jack is content to sit in silence until Flora continues, the captain hissing in a breath that almost sounds playful. "You say the most dangerous shit to a man like me," he tells her, his tone one of helpless acceptance. Words like I'd do anything for you are ones the captain has used to ruin people in the past, and there's something about hearing them from Flora that makes him want her to take them back.
"I believe it," he says quietly. That she really would do anything, that she can do more than murder and mayhem. "For now, how about we just stick to leavin' me out of future family dinners, mm?"
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
