JACK
"Even a man like him," Jack says, before the flurry of Flora's thoughts gives him pause, and he shrugs his shoulder as if to accept the possibility that Pierce might not be typical in that way. "Give me five minutes alone with him without that barrier and I'll soon know either way," he mutters; the set of his jaw already gives away exactly what he thinks about that little ability, his grip on Flora tightening almost imperceptibly.
Perhaps before they flesh out any torture plans for Pierce - though he does like the anvil idea, actually - they ought to ensure they're protected from him should he appear again.
"In my defence, I reckon a tumsea could take me in a race right now," he drawls, though the flare of hazy emotion in the scene she paints in her mind does much and then some to smooth the ruffled feathers of his pride. "We'll see how well we can both run when we're home," he decides.
But then they're talking revivify feathers, and it's almost enough for Jack to go and hunt in his pockets to double check. He gets as far as sitting himself up in bed (and that is exhausting, for the record), flashing a crooked smile down at Flora. "You're a villain, love," he tells her affectionately. "An' for the record, it wasn't your fault I died either. It never will be, unless you're the one puttin' the knife in me. Which... don't, if that's alright between us?"
Perhaps before they flesh out any torture plans for Pierce - though he does like the anvil idea, actually - they ought to ensure they're protected from him should he appear again.
"In my defence, I reckon a tumsea could take me in a race right now," he drawls, though the flare of hazy emotion in the scene she paints in her mind does much and then some to smooth the ruffled feathers of his pride. "We'll see how well we can both run when we're home," he decides.
But then they're talking revivify feathers, and it's almost enough for Jack to go and hunt in his pockets to double check. He gets as far as sitting himself up in bed (and that is exhausting, for the record), flashing a crooked smile down at Flora. "You're a villain, love," he tells her affectionately. "An' for the record, it wasn't your fault I died either. It never will be, unless you're the one puttin' the knife in me. Which... don't, if that's alright between us?"
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
