JACK
Flora thinks, and Jack thinks a lot about not thinking, which makes for quite the bubble of tension between them, but then isn't that par for the course these days? Still, at least the popsicles are good, and whatever lingering headache that has been starting to form between his temples is coaxed away by ice and citrus. Arching an eyebrow and glancing at Flora as she unceremoniously shoves her popsicle all the way into her mouth, he's about to remark on her keeping her skills sharp when she speaks - not of their relationship, not of the way everything is wrong, but of demigods.
"Yeah?" he quips, angling himself just a little to face her. "That include your dear old dads? 'Cause I'm pretty sure they took themselves outta the fight because they were worried about you." It's old ground and it's not worth rehashing, but Jack can understand her frustration. "And there were two of 'em down there with me," he points out, his own smile a touch wry, because they both know she's fucking right.
"The others don't seem up to par for it." Too weak, too untested. "How you gonna magic 'em all strong enough to go die for us?"
"Yeah?" he quips, angling himself just a little to face her. "That include your dear old dads? 'Cause I'm pretty sure they took themselves outta the fight because they were worried about you." It's old ground and it's not worth rehashing, but Jack can understand her frustration. "And there were two of 'em down there with me," he points out, his own smile a touch wry, because they both know she's fucking right.
"The others don't seem up to par for it." Too weak, too untested. "How you gonna magic 'em all strong enough to go die for us?"
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
