JACK
A half-smile forms on Jack's face before he realises the expression has crept in; bold and vivid, Flora's thoughts flood down the line of his magic like a memory of something warm worth holding onto, even if he'd only managed it for a brief time. But he can wax lyrical later (or never) - for now, the Sugartide is still going down fast, and the Ark is just close enough for him to do something stupid.
Hauling himself atop the rail, his Kingmaker Coat billowing out behind him like a living shadow, the captain doesn't think - he just jumps, a blast of concentrated air magic from beneath aiding in his leap of faith. And Flora's hand is there already, outstretched and ready, Jack catching hold of it in gloved fingers as his boots thud and briefly slide on the frost-slick deck.
"A'right, back in the air with you," he says - presumably to the ship - his voice roughened by the wind-chill and his magic already snaking up to strip the ice from the Sugartide's sails, to fill them with a gust of wind, to buffet her from below to help even her out. "You got the wheel?" he's asking as he heads for the rigging, only for Flora's petal-soft thoughts to frost over like sweet, shaved ice.
Fuck.
"Not for long," Jack growls, throwing the ice he'd taken from the Sugartide's sails directly down towards the void ursur, spraying it with cold, jagged projectiles. "Don't s'pose you've commissioned a cannon or two for her lately?" he calls over his shoulder.
Hauling himself atop the rail, his Kingmaker Coat billowing out behind him like a living shadow, the captain doesn't think - he just jumps, a blast of concentrated air magic from beneath aiding in his leap of faith. And Flora's hand is there already, outstretched and ready, Jack catching hold of it in gloved fingers as his boots thud and briefly slide on the frost-slick deck.
"A'right, back in the air with you," he says - presumably to the ship - his voice roughened by the wind-chill and his magic already snaking up to strip the ice from the Sugartide's sails, to fill them with a gust of wind, to buffet her from below to help even her out. "You got the wheel?" he's asking as he heads for the rigging, only for Flora's petal-soft thoughts to frost over like sweet, shaved ice.
Fuck.
"Not for long," Jack growls, throwing the ice he'd taken from the Sugartide's sails directly down towards the void ursur, spraying it with cold, jagged projectiles. "Don't s'pose you've commissioned a cannon or two for her lately?" he calls over his shoulder.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
