there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"And have you complain that your ass was cold instead? Or your hands?" Much as Flora has other ideas up her sleeves, Jack is evidently ready with all the possible complaints she might have locked and loaded, his amusement evident in his expression even if it's highlighted by the shadows that flicker across his face. It's amusement that promptly fades at the idea of being taken to a place called Ludo's Woods, the captain tilting his head towards Flora.
"I don't s'pose I have the option to decline, do I?" he drawls, sweeping forward to dip the teardrop flame of his match into the pillar candles, assisting in bringing further light to the treehouse. And it is rather charming now that they aren't bumping into things in the dark, the captain utilising his air magic to sweep away cobwebs and dead leaves and other debris, herding it out of the opening where the ladder still dangles.
"I can find somethin' to make a firepit if you like," he suggests; it might seem like a strange thing in a treehouse, but he can already see an opening towards the top of the structure to let out any smoke.
"I don't s'pose I have the option to decline, do I?" he drawls, sweeping forward to dip the teardrop flame of his match into the pillar candles, assisting in bringing further light to the treehouse. And it is rather charming now that they aren't bumping into things in the dark, the captain utilising his air magic to sweep away cobwebs and dead leaves and other debris, herding it out of the opening where the ladder still dangles.
"I can find somethin' to make a firepit if you like," he suggests; it might seem like a strange thing in a treehouse, but he can already see an opening towards the top of the structure to let out any smoke.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
