JACK
As a man who dances with death very regularly, it's nonetheless quite a rarity for Jack to attend an actual funeral. Even for those he knows, the majority of them perish out at sea, where there's only really time for a toast and a few words before things inevitably move on. Nevertheless, he arrives alongside Flora, his clothes dark and his expression quietly neutral; he'd warned the Doubletake beforehand that he'd be holding his mental walls particularly high, given the concentrated amount of grief in the air.
Slipping his arm from around her as she parts to go and pay her respects to the young demigod, for Jack's part, he tucks a hand to the inside pocket of his coat, drawing out a flask of dark rum. Uncapping it, he raises it in a silent toast towards the pyre, then takes a long drink and puts it away again. Perhaps somewhere in Mort's halls, Seren can enjoy all the drinks she wants.
Slipping his arm from around her as she parts to go and pay her respects to the young demigod, for Jack's part, he tucks a hand to the inside pocket of his coat, drawing out a flask of dark rum. Uncapping it, he raises it in a silent toast towards the pyre, then takes a long drink and puts it away again. Perhaps somewhere in Mort's halls, Seren can enjoy all the drinks she wants.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
