JACK
Arriving in a dark coat, a midnight blue sweater and with a pair of supple leather gloves covering his hands, Jack is prepared for the dark and the damp of Rae's Fingers in the same way as he's prepared for any afternoon of work. Suffice to say that they also aren't his favourite place to be at Deepfrost, but it's either this or getting lost come Flowerbirth. Besides, sooner or later he figures his buy-one-get-two-free children will end up wandering too far in there, and he'd rather not listen to the bitching from the others if one sibling disappears forever.
Turning up the collar on his coat against the wind that whips a few strands of hair from the messy topknot he'd tied it up into, his lips part to speak when Nova's mind all but detonates at a small ripple of water. Feeling the automatic retort want to cut past his lips, he schools himself on the reminder of his deal with Vesper, nodding stiffly to the demigod in question before turning to his sister.
"Brava," he drawls, inclining his head to the puddles. "We can count on you to keep our feet dry, then."
Turning up the collar on his coat against the wind that whips a few strands of hair from the messy topknot he'd tied it up into, his lips part to speak when Nova's mind all but detonates at a small ripple of water. Feeling the automatic retort want to cut past his lips, he schools himself on the reminder of his deal with Vesper, nodding stiffly to the demigod in question before turning to his sister.
"Brava," he drawls, inclining his head to the puddles. "We can count on you to keep our feet dry, then."
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
