JACK
Flora's voice, at complete odds with the steel of her thoughts, echoes like a firecracker at his back, bright and sparkling and inviting all sorts of retaliation from the right people. Retaliation that hopefully won't be on its way. Just in case it is, though - and Jack has already raised his lips to let out a shrill whistle that carries across the breeze to the waiting Ark - the captain is inclined to stay on the outskirts of proceedings. Not involved, but... well. Just in case.
He'd told Flora he'd have her back, after all, and as far as he can see she's still very, very visible, so until that particular danger has passed, Jack stands his ground, magic sharp for any nonsense, and watches the chaos unfold as a silent spectator. And gods, how much chaos can there reasonably be in such a small section of the coastline?
The answer - a fucking lot.
Jack lurks on the outskirts of proceedings and prepares to fuck off outta dodge if he needs to.
He'd told Flora he'd have her back, after all, and as far as he can see she's still very, very visible, so until that particular danger has passed, Jack stands his ground, magic sharp for any nonsense, and watches the chaos unfold as a silent spectator. And gods, how much chaos can there reasonably be in such a small section of the coastline?
The answer - a fucking lot.
Jack lurks on the outskirts of proceedings and prepares to fuck off outta dodge if he needs to.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
