JACK
Of course Jack doesn't stop the hail from hitting her, though he does raise his eyebrows to watch Nova hunker down rather than trying to dodge out of the way of the falling ice. And she's more successful than he'd expected, the captain nodding to himself and stepping back. (And yes, water is his favourite element, though with the way her thoughts are already fizzing over, he's not likely to bring it up).
"A good effort," he drawls, "though you might've just turned it back from ice to water." Better soaking wet than stinging from welts, no? Drawing the hail back around him in a flurry and morphing it into droplets of water himself, Jack soon disperses it onto the sand where it can evaporate in the heat of the day.
"Last try, and I'll consider us done for now," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets just as the sand beneath Nova's feet turns to sheer ice. And whether she slips on it, dances out of the way, or just chooses to go skating is entirely her prerogative.
"A good effort," he drawls, "though you might've just turned it back from ice to water." Better soaking wet than stinging from welts, no? Drawing the hail back around him in a flurry and morphing it into droplets of water himself, Jack soon disperses it onto the sand where it can evaporate in the heat of the day.
"Last try, and I'll consider us done for now," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets just as the sand beneath Nova's feet turns to sheer ice. And whether she slips on it, dances out of the way, or just chooses to go skating is entirely her prerogative.
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!
