JACK
There's no ice, no static, but if Flora notices she'll realise that the air around them has grown utterly, utterly still; the sort of quiet of a becalmed ocean or a held breath. Jack sits, quiet and calm as she unfurls her memories for him, the captain accepting each one, organising it, adding it to the growing patchwork of knowledge he has about her plan. Zavien. Hadama. Skill and luck. He straightens a fraction as she moves from one section of his hair to the next, and though the stillness of the air makes the sun all that hotter, he doesn't seem to notice.
"And if you can't?" he asks. There's no doubt in his voice, only the clarity of contingency, the need for plans B, C and D if "A" doesn't pan out as intended. "If he isn't there alone?" With Pierce comes Vox at the very least, and if they're particularly unlucky, the rest of The Family as well. "Who else knows?" The big players, he thinks, ought to be aware of the plan even if they don't like it; the Remis and Ronins and Sunjatas of the world.
"And if you can't?" he asks. There's no doubt in his voice, only the clarity of contingency, the need for plans B, C and D if "A" doesn't pan out as intended. "If he isn't there alone?" With Pierce comes Vox at the very least, and if they're particularly unlucky, the rest of The Family as well. "Who else knows?" The big players, he thinks, ought to be aware of the plan even if they don't like it; the Remis and Ronins and Sunjatas of the world.
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!
