JACK
"Do a good enough job with a day, an' maybe I'll offer it to you for longer," Jack fires back - not that either of them have made any headway with their choices for the morning. (Though it could be argued that Jack has, what with him laying around and doing nothing). Furrowing his brow as the conversation tilts inevitably towards the dappled shadows of the Greatwood, Jack blinks his eyes back open and slowly shifts to sit back up.
"He's not gonna get near you like that again," he says, the sliver of steel in his voice present even with the reality of Pierce's power suggesting something entirely different. Able to feel the shuddering walls of fear all but emanate from Flora, suddenly doing nothing isn't on the captain's agenda at all. And neither are his own nightmares, or his own sleeplessness. "C'mon," he says, rolling to his feet. "Sittin' idle ain't gonna solve anythin'."
"He's not gonna get near you like that again," he says, the sliver of steel in his voice present even with the reality of Pierce's power suggesting something entirely different. Able to feel the shuddering walls of fear all but emanate from Flora, suddenly doing nothing isn't on the captain's agenda at all. And neither are his own nightmares, or his own sleeplessness. "C'mon," he says, rolling to his feet. "Sittin' idle ain't gonna solve anythin'."
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
