JACK
With his magic always cast like a crackling net across his immediate range, thoughts like his ship and stow away of course pique his interest, and it’s only years of experience that stop Jack from whipping his head around towards the source. Instead, subtly tracking the young woman’s movements across towards him as he accepts his coffee, he spends a moment adding honey to the drink, such that when she pipes up at his side, he’s already half turning towards her as well.
”Depends,” he rumbles, blue eyes flicking over her face, her clothes, the evidence of a great deal of travel about her. ”She ain’t a passenger ship. Ain’t no warm comforts for you on board. What’s in it for me?” And then, with something of a crooked smile as Jack reaches out to accept a pastry in a paper bag, he has to add, ”Besides, you don’t even know where she’s goin’.”
”Depends,” he rumbles, blue eyes flicking over her face, her clothes, the evidence of a great deal of travel about her. ”She ain’t a passenger ship. Ain’t no warm comforts for you on board. What’s in it for me?” And then, with something of a crooked smile as Jack reaches out to accept a pastry in a paper bag, he has to add, ”Besides, you don’t even know where she’s goin’.”
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
