JACK
Jack emerges from wherever with Bassian in tow, spending a few moments at the mouth of the strange, floating alleyway to light a cigarette in the gloom, his face briefly illuminated - cold eyes framed by freckles of dark blood - before the match dies between his fingers. Drawing deep on the smoke, holding it in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling and rolling the tension from his shoulders, he glances to the larger man expectantly, and Bassian strolls on ahead.
"That was the last order of business for the night," he rumbles as they walk, single file by necessity rather than choice given the sometimes perilously skinny walkways between boats and stalls and tiny, barely there docks. "You're off watch, so fuck off to bed when we get back." And it's as they turn towards the staggered silhouettes of larger ships that Jack first feels it, the flare of thought like dipping one's toes into a familiar tidepool, but tonight he feels no joy in it.
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, he heaves a long sigh. "When you get back," he corrects. "Go on ahead. I got somethin' extra to do out here." Knowing better to question, Bassian merely nods and sets off on his way, leaving Jack by himself in a lonely jumble of stalls long shut for the night.
Only once the large man has left the range of his telepathy does Jack slip the smoke back between his lips, resting his hands in the pockets of his Kingmaker coat. "A'right," he says, almost casually, to the darkness all around. "Let's have it, then."
"That was the last order of business for the night," he rumbles as they walk, single file by necessity rather than choice given the sometimes perilously skinny walkways between boats and stalls and tiny, barely there docks. "You're off watch, so fuck off to bed when we get back." And it's as they turn towards the staggered silhouettes of larger ships that Jack first feels it, the flare of thought like dipping one's toes into a familiar tidepool, but tonight he feels no joy in it.
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, he heaves a long sigh. "When you get back," he corrects. "Go on ahead. I got somethin' extra to do out here." Knowing better to question, Bassian merely nods and sets off on his way, leaving Jack by himself in a lonely jumble of stalls long shut for the night.
Only once the large man has left the range of his telepathy does Jack slip the smoke back between his lips, resting his hands in the pockets of his Kingmaker coat. "A'right," he says, almost casually, to the darkness all around. "Let's have it, then."
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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