there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Deciding not to question it any further (honestly, things keep getting more absurd the more information he gleans), instead Jack merely scoffs out a laugh and seemingly accepts the bizarre, not that he believes they've come any closer to finding said Wishing Wagon for all of the thoughts Flora has about it.
It goes to show, how subconsciously uncomfortable he's become with their surroundings, since he welcomes Flora's presence around him with little more than an arm curling about her waist to cement her against his side. With his eyes still a little far away as they glance between the darkened trees and the will-o-wisps weaving between them, it's with a long sigh that he finally looks back to the Doubletake.
"Much as it would, it ain't about me tonight, love," he reminds her, having to remind himself that being in the Greatwood at all is a gesture and a gift, rather than some trip they'd decided to take together. "You lead the way. I'll manage."
It goes to show, how subconsciously uncomfortable he's become with their surroundings, since he welcomes Flora's presence around him with little more than an arm curling about her waist to cement her against his side. With his eyes still a little far away as they glance between the darkened trees and the will-o-wisps weaving between them, it's with a long sigh that he finally looks back to the Doubletake.
"Much as it would, it ain't about me tonight, love," he reminds her, having to remind himself that being in the Greatwood at all is a gesture and a gift, rather than some trip they'd decided to take together. "You lead the way. I'll manage."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
