JACK
Having wondered whether Flora intended for them to put her furniture together with little more than hopes and dreams, at least the captain can say he had made the most of take 1 in that he'd fucked the Doubletake on her existing couch before departing. Easily bribed, too, especially by Torchline's queen, he does indeed assure her that he will return when required.
Whilst Flora has been off arranging surprise proposals and secret engagement parties, Jack, of course, has been busy doing what he does best. Business is always booming in the islands' underbelly, and with The Ark able to get around much more easily these days, he's managed to take a few shorter trips with her, such that he's not been too far from Torchline's shores.
Indeed, if Flora has been looking out her window, she will have noticed that the galleon's familiar ruddy sails appeared back in the harbour about an hour ago, heralding the captain's imminent arrival. He slows his steps upon coming into range of the queen's thoughts, pressing through a tangible wall of girlish joy and instantly feeling himself bristle with suspicion.
Even with telepathy, it's difficult to anticipate what to expect when he makes his presence known; as such, he appears leaning in her doorway silently, dressed in a loose grey sweater with a midnight coat thrown about his shoulders, his dark hair swept back from his face by the sea breeze. "Expectin' ghosts?" he rumbles in greeting, smirking at the sage in her pockets. "Pretty sure I'm real, I think."
Whilst Flora has been off arranging surprise proposals and secret engagement parties, Jack, of course, has been busy doing what he does best. Business is always booming in the islands' underbelly, and with The Ark able to get around much more easily these days, he's managed to take a few shorter trips with her, such that he's not been too far from Torchline's shores.
Indeed, if Flora has been looking out her window, she will have noticed that the galleon's familiar ruddy sails appeared back in the harbour about an hour ago, heralding the captain's imminent arrival. He slows his steps upon coming into range of the queen's thoughts, pressing through a tangible wall of girlish joy and instantly feeling himself bristle with suspicion.
Even with telepathy, it's difficult to anticipate what to expect when he makes his presence known; as such, he appears leaning in her doorway silently, dressed in a loose grey sweater with a midnight coat thrown about his shoulders, his dark hair swept back from his face by the sea breeze. "Expectin' ghosts?" he rumbles in greeting, smirking at the sage in her pockets. "Pretty sure I'm real, I think."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
