JACK
"Would I?" Jack wonders in response to the treacherous little whispers in Flora's thoughts. The words are out before he can really even stop them, quiet and murmured almost against her ear due to their positioning. He asks because in his mind, he really isn't all that sure any more. Granted, not selling her out opens avenues for much more violent responses should someone try something like that, but Jack has never shied away from bloodshed. Or from having his cake and eating it too, for that matter.
"Oho, the cold has made her sassy," he continues breezily, nudging her as if he might give her a little encouragement to tumble down the shore and into the icy water. It's only pretend, though. For now.
"I'm not sure you could stand to be a rickety old woman for more than five minutes before bein' upset that no one complimented your outfit or the way you look in it." He smirks - two can play at sass. "Obviously I would, 'cause I'd know what was underneath." And gods help Jack in the island of the noble-hearts.
"Oho, the cold has made her sassy," he continues breezily, nudging her as if he might give her a little encouragement to tumble down the shore and into the icy water. It's only pretend, though. For now.
"I'm not sure you could stand to be a rickety old woman for more than five minutes before bein' upset that no one complimented your outfit or the way you look in it." He smirks - two can play at sass. "Obviously I would, 'cause I'd know what was underneath." And gods help Jack in the island of the noble-hearts.
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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