JACK
Jack arrives at the appointed time and place, his impatience and brewing uncertainty hidden behind a veneer of cool indifference. He perches himself upon a flat rock near one of the more obvious entrances to Rae's Fingers, the sky bleeding reds and oranges into the horizon with the setting sun at his back. Pushing his sunglasses up a little higher to keep away the glare, he spends a few moments finding and lighting a cigarette, bringing it to his lips to inhale deeply.
Flora doesn't send him letters. Not official, from the desk of Flora Kaito-Taliesin letters, and she certainly doesn't give them to someone else to deliver. That, combined with the strange little note from her on their parchment this morning, and Jack is the sort of suspicious that can get a lot of people hurt with very little provocation. Good luck with that, Soh, and have Flora buy you a strong drink to say sorry ASAP.
Flora doesn't send him letters. Not official, from the desk of Flora Kaito-Taliesin letters, and she certainly doesn't give them to someone else to deliver. That, combined with the strange little note from her on their parchment this morning, and Jack is the sort of suspicious that can get a lot of people hurt with very little provocation. Good luck with that, Soh, and have Flora buy you a strong drink to say sorry ASAP.
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!
