there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Don't know don't care Jack might have snapped, only at that moment the creatures whose minds he cannot read spring their trap, and he's forced to skid to a stop just as they become ensared alongside some much larger, much angrier prey. "Reckon it might be that," he grates out, nodding at the frost giant and wisely sidestepping right the fuck out of the way of the club it swings about. "How's that sense of adventure treatin' you right now?" he wants to know, raising his eyebrows down at Flora.
Still, his hand slips from hers so it might curl around her shoulders instead, as if to keep them side by side and stop any particularly impulsive spiders from trying to pick them off. "We fight off any who come at us," Jack whispers his plan. "But we let 'em stay occupied on that thing. Once they're distracted, we get outta here. Deal?"
Still, his hand slips from hers so it might curl around her shoulders instead, as if to keep them side by side and stop any particularly impulsive spiders from trying to pick them off. "We fight off any who come at us," Jack whispers his plan. "But we let 'em stay occupied on that thing. Once they're distracted, we get outta here. Deal?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
