JACK
"Oh, I see how it is. Weaken my leadership from the inside out until I'm killed by some fuckin' snowballs," Jack drawls, grinning and shaking the snow from his dark hair as he also shoves himself - albeit clumsily - to his feet. To the crew's credit, it only takes a warning raise of his eyebrows for them to take their shenanigans out of range of the captain, though he does toss a snowball at the back of someone's head in a parting blow for good measure.
"You sure?" he says of his first frolic in the snow, the captain using water magic to draw the ice and snow away from his clothes, reaching out to do the same for Flora so they don't end up wet and cold and miserable as they make their way into the Fangs. "Far as I saw there weren't even any casualties." What kind of fight could it be where everyone got up unharmed after?
Anyway, whatever, Jack's posture seems to say, and soon enough he's trekking through the snow towards the black crags looming overhead.
"You sure?" he says of his first frolic in the snow, the captain using water magic to draw the ice and snow away from his clothes, reaching out to do the same for Flora so they don't end up wet and cold and miserable as they make their way into the Fangs. "Far as I saw there weren't even any casualties." What kind of fight could it be where everyone got up unharmed after?
Anyway, whatever, Jack's posture seems to say, and soon enough he's trekking through the snow towards the black crags looming overhead.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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