JACK
"I could've said anythin' and you'd have attributed it to my old age," Jack drawls, smirking over his shoulder at Flora and holding out his arm as instructed for the tailor to begin measuring. He doesn't have to be glancing directly at her, it's true, and the various versions of her dancing in the mirrors do offer a very tempting spectacle, but there's nothing quite like the real thing.
Saying nothing as to the age of the material he's using for his coat either, but raising his eyebrows as if querying her obsession with how old things are, Jack is forced to glance back around as the tailor continues. With Leafchange past, his dark hair is already starting to skim and curl around his shoulders again, and given that Flora is all but in charge of his appearance these days (she has to look at him most, after all), he doesn't plan to do anything about it until she complains.
"Like what - a leather bodysuit?" His reflections grin sharply at her. "I don't deny it, but that's a misleadin' comment. We both know you'd look good in whatever you wore."
Saying nothing as to the age of the material he's using for his coat either, but raising his eyebrows as if querying her obsession with how old things are, Jack is forced to glance back around as the tailor continues. With Leafchange past, his dark hair is already starting to skim and curl around his shoulders again, and given that Flora is all but in charge of his appearance these days (she has to look at him most, after all), he doesn't plan to do anything about it until she complains.
"Like what - a leather bodysuit?" His reflections grin sharply at her. "I don't deny it, but that's a misleadin' comment. We both know you'd look good in whatever you wore."
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
- Click for The Ark!
