JACK
Scoffing under his breath to watch her wrestle with the canteen, where a gentleman might have slipped his arms further around her to hold it to her lips and let her hands stay warm, Jack makes sure she doesn't spill it all over herself. "Oh?" he echoes, relaxing once the coffee is safely cradled back against her chest. "It'd be a little wasted on me, but I'd do my best to act surprised." The whole telepathy thing makes illusions a little less enjoyable, after all, but he'd never complain at a whisper in his ear from across the room.
Raising his eyebrows to hear about the hidden tunnels in the Hollowed Grounds - whether or not they're still present after the place had fractured into islands - suddenly the region is becoming more enticing by the minute. "They say the Peepholes in the Oerwoud are the same. A lot of shit gets left at the entrances to 'em, but no one knows how far down they really go." As for her imaginary invisible floating city? Jack grins. "A good idea, but I assume that means you'd never be leavin' it, then?" he says. "How'd you plan to get through the wind?"
Raising his eyebrows to hear about the hidden tunnels in the Hollowed Grounds - whether or not they're still present after the place had fractured into islands - suddenly the region is becoming more enticing by the minute. "They say the Peepholes in the Oerwoud are the same. A lot of shit gets left at the entrances to 'em, but no one knows how far down they really go." As for her imaginary invisible floating city? Jack grins. "A good idea, but I assume that means you'd never be leavin' it, then?" he says. "How'd you plan to get through the wind?"
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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