JACK
Careful to continue keeping himself busy so that he gives nothing away as Flora's thoughts lap gently at his magic like warm waves at low tide, Jack wipes off his oilslick gloves on a rag he's found in among the set of wrenches and steps back at last. "It's got its uses," he agrees with a touch of reluctance, voice a bit distracted as he leans down just to double check the placement of the mechanisms. Once he's satisfied, he glances fully back at Flora.
"Weird for a sailor to get earth magic, though. Almost as weird as if I got fire," he says with a smirk. "If that was gonna happen I'd have expected it when we were makin' our rounds in The Climb." Bickering, having sex, looking for lilies. You know, standard stuff for them.
Offering a quiet nod at her thanks, Jack turns on heel to back up now to look at the Sugartide in full, tipping his head up to see if he can yet spy The Ark making her rounds overhead. "How many of those lives you got left by now?" he wonders, only half joking, especially after Dahlia's parting gift.
Mageglass has him raising a brow, reaching out to accept the bottle again. He takes a longer pull from it this time, especially at the bitter wind, and lowers it from his lips with a hiss. "Nah, the storm chased us farther west than we expected. Then the Climb was havin' one of it's tantrums - volcanoes blowin' their caps all over the place, so we skirted around to here. Gonna cut inland to go back south soon as we can."
Offering the bottle back and moving to collect up all the tools, he finally has no choice but to mention it. "Didn't realise you could mine for mageglass up here." It's not casual and he doesn't try to make it seem that way, either.
"Weird for a sailor to get earth magic, though. Almost as weird as if I got fire," he says with a smirk. "If that was gonna happen I'd have expected it when we were makin' our rounds in The Climb." Bickering, having sex, looking for lilies. You know, standard stuff for them.
Offering a quiet nod at her thanks, Jack turns on heel to back up now to look at the Sugartide in full, tipping his head up to see if he can yet spy The Ark making her rounds overhead. "How many of those lives you got left by now?" he wonders, only half joking, especially after Dahlia's parting gift.
Mageglass has him raising a brow, reaching out to accept the bottle again. He takes a longer pull from it this time, especially at the bitter wind, and lowers it from his lips with a hiss. "Nah, the storm chased us farther west than we expected. Then the Climb was havin' one of it's tantrums - volcanoes blowin' their caps all over the place, so we skirted around to here. Gonna cut inland to go back south soon as we can."
Offering the bottle back and moving to collect up all the tools, he finally has no choice but to mention it. "Didn't realise you could mine for mageglass up here." It's not casual and he doesn't try to make it seem that way, either.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
