there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"A fox? Of course it is," Jack drawls, glancing up at the canopy overhead as if silently asking it to give him strength as he's ferried further into the trees and the twinkling lights of will-o-wisps. "Let me guess, it's also not really a wagon at all. And it does actually grant wishes." And it's almost certainly made up, he decides not to add, a small smile playing across his lips nonetheless; if this is what Flora is choosing to do for her birthday, after all, then this is what they're both doing.
Still, never let it be said that the captain can't be taken by surprise, because as the forest seems to expand and fold around them, swallowing them up, Jack is rendered silent, his brows drawing together as his quick mind fights to understand it. "I was enjoying it," he says slowly, "now I'm tryin' to decide whether it's enjoyin' me instead. I heard the Greatwood did shit like this, I just..." Never expected it to be real.
"What if it decides not to show you this wagon? Do we just stay lost?"
Still, never let it be said that the captain can't be taken by surprise, because as the forest seems to expand and fold around them, swallowing them up, Jack is rendered silent, his brows drawing together as his quick mind fights to understand it. "I was enjoying it," he says slowly, "now I'm tryin' to decide whether it's enjoyin' me instead. I heard the Greatwood did shit like this, I just..." Never expected it to be real.
"What if it decides not to show you this wagon? Do we just stay lost?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
