JACK
"More at risk than playing turncoat with the woman who calls herself the fucking Reaper?" Jack snaps. "I made us no more of a target than anyone else out there tryin' not to fall to the void. You drew a bead directly on our foreheads, and we've already been murdered once, so it's not like you don't know the fuckin' consequences, Flora!"
Ice splinters out around the captain's feet and he hisses in a sharp inhale of breath, pinching hard at the bridge of his nose as if to contain whatever other magic tries to leak out, to crush the static starting to flicker between his fingers. "And did you go to Hadama?" he asks, forcibly making his voice lower and quieter, his exhale shaky with the attempt to quell his rising temper. "'Cause he came to me after he got your fun little letter, and he didn't seem at all confident that he could cure you."
Hence why he'd left, thinking it better not to stick around while the world was so turbulent. And now that Flora is cured - public knowledge to everyone including The Family, thanks Vox - he's trying his best to tie up every bit of business before he either dies or he's forced like a wild animal into a cage of magic and protection.
"Don't insult us both by pretendin' you thought I was gonna be anythin' but mildly pissed off at you, then eternally grateful at how sneaky and ballsy you'd been," he mutters. "And put that away - it ain't nothin' to do with this." Jack gestures at the paper with his proclamation of love scrawled on it. "Doesn't matter how much love is between us now. I don't trust you, Flora. And that's a helluva thing, given what I can do. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so damn disappointed."
Ice splinters out around the captain's feet and he hisses in a sharp inhale of breath, pinching hard at the bridge of his nose as if to contain whatever other magic tries to leak out, to crush the static starting to flicker between his fingers. "And did you go to Hadama?" he asks, forcibly making his voice lower and quieter, his exhale shaky with the attempt to quell his rising temper. "'Cause he came to me after he got your fun little letter, and he didn't seem at all confident that he could cure you."
Hence why he'd left, thinking it better not to stick around while the world was so turbulent. And now that Flora is cured - public knowledge to everyone including The Family, thanks Vox - he's trying his best to tie up every bit of business before he either dies or he's forced like a wild animal into a cage of magic and protection.
"Don't insult us both by pretendin' you thought I was gonna be anythin' but mildly pissed off at you, then eternally grateful at how sneaky and ballsy you'd been," he mutters. "And put that away - it ain't nothin' to do with this." Jack gestures at the paper with his proclamation of love scrawled on it. "Doesn't matter how much love is between us now. I don't trust you, Flora. And that's a helluva thing, given what I can do. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so damn disappointed."
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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