JACK
The skitter of boots on stone has Jack reacting not dissimilarly to the demigod in the dark, though rather than jerking back, the area around the captain becomes infinitely more hostile than before. Jagged shards of ice push from the ground in a rough semicircle before him, the ground gleaming and slippery, and the sudden scent of ozone in the air suggests that there's lightning barely held at bay between his fingers. Rather than blazing with anger or surprise or any expected emotion, his blue eyes are flat and dangerous, and only the sudden familiarity of the voice in the darkness has him holding his magic tight against the assault he wants to let out.
"Fuck," he echoes, letting out a long breath that shivers only slightly at the bottom of his exhale, the ice melting back down to puddle around him. Closing the door to the lantern and rising to his feet, leaving it on the ground between them, Jack roughly pushes his hair back and out of his face. "Neither," he grates. "Here to collect on a debt. Was just on my way out."
Regarding the boy before him with his pulse still jumping in his neck and his fingers numb and tingling from the adrenaline continuing to whipcrack through his blood, as Vesper speaks, Jack is painfully aware of the truth in his words. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "good thing neither of us wants to do the sneakin' when it comes to the other." It is fucking inconvenient, though, and gods if the idea of anyone sneaking around in the dark without his knowledge isn't hideous enough without it being a demigod.
"You practicin'?" he assumes, based on their prior conversation.
"Fuck," he echoes, letting out a long breath that shivers only slightly at the bottom of his exhale, the ice melting back down to puddle around him. Closing the door to the lantern and rising to his feet, leaving it on the ground between them, Jack roughly pushes his hair back and out of his face. "Neither," he grates. "Here to collect on a debt. Was just on my way out."
Regarding the boy before him with his pulse still jumping in his neck and his fingers numb and tingling from the adrenaline continuing to whipcrack through his blood, as Vesper speaks, Jack is painfully aware of the truth in his words. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "good thing neither of us wants to do the sneakin' when it comes to the other." It is fucking inconvenient, though, and gods if the idea of anyone sneaking around in the dark without his knowledge isn't hideous enough without it being a demigod.
"You practicin'?" he assumes, based on their prior conversation.
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
