JACK
Jack is careful to keep his thoughts even more tightly to himself than they ordinarily are (and that’s saying something), knowing of the House of Midnight and its penchant to grab onto anything that might leak out unknowingly. But there’s no hiding the way the sand seems to shimmer strangely beneath his feet especially, glistening with ice that splinters out in all directions, though still delicate and careful enough to avoid Flora’s bare toes.
Her thoughts are a nightmare; a panorama of blood and death and terror the likes of which they have both experienced before, only… only what had happened with Pierce had somehow seemed cleaner, kinder even, and before the Doubletake ever speaks, Jack’s hand has reached out to ghost against her side, against any part of her that’s still whole and uninjured, bringing him close enough to see the full extent of the damage down her back.
His jaw clenches as she speaks, and he doesn’t reach to stop the glass as it splinters against the ground. A breeze does whip past their legs to sweep away the shards, though, and the water never spills beyond the shape of its container, suspended there by his magic. ”I should’ve been there,” Jack mutters, even knowing that it wouldn’t have made any difference to the outcome. ”I should’ve done a lot of shit different.”
Her thoughts are a nightmare; a panorama of blood and death and terror the likes of which they have both experienced before, only… only what had happened with Pierce had somehow seemed cleaner, kinder even, and before the Doubletake ever speaks, Jack’s hand has reached out to ghost against her side, against any part of her that’s still whole and uninjured, bringing him close enough to see the full extent of the damage down her back.
His jaw clenches as she speaks, and he doesn’t reach to stop the glass as it splinters against the ground. A breeze does whip past their legs to sweep away the shards, though, and the water never spills beyond the shape of its container, suspended there by his magic. ”I should’ve been there,” Jack mutters, even knowing that it wouldn’t have made any difference to the outcome. ”I should’ve done a lot of shit different.”
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
