there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Of course I could, but I figured then you'd complain I was tryin' to break your neck since ice is slippery," Jack calls up with a shrug of his shoulders. "Besides, the view was great." Given the special occasion, perhaps Jack ought to have been the one climbing the ladder first, but he's fairly confident he can make it up to Flora once they're both in the treehouse. And so, with her at the top and not falling to her doom, Jack gives the ladder a quick tug and promptly clambers after her.
And she's right - it's not unlike rigging, such that the captain is able to hoist himself up into the treehouse in quick time, his eyes made dark by the size of his pupils swallowing the blue as he tries to adjust to the blacker-than-black interior. Knowing better than to ask about a fire - he's already lifted the possibility from Flora's mind - Jack instead slips his matchbook from his back pocket and strikes one, illuminating them in a very intimate halo of amber.
"A'right, I believe more about the ghosts now than I did when we were down there," he quips.
And she's right - it's not unlike rigging, such that the captain is able to hoist himself up into the treehouse in quick time, his eyes made dark by the size of his pupils swallowing the blue as he tries to adjust to the blacker-than-black interior. Knowing better than to ask about a fire - he's already lifted the possibility from Flora's mind - Jack instead slips his matchbook from his back pocket and strikes one, illuminating them in a very intimate halo of amber.
"A'right, I believe more about the ghosts now than I did when we were down there," he quips.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
