JACK
"Ain't necessarily a woman's touch I'm after - I ain't picky in that regard," Jack says with a sharp flash of teeth. "Jus' someone with enough sense not to offend the fuckin' trickster herald at its own masquerade." And if it wasn't clear already, he hasn't got high hopes at all in that regard when it comes to his crew; Colt is about to get an eyeful of that fact as she steps on deck, too.
"One word for it," he scoffs his agreement at the burly sailor. "That's Bassian - he's also the reason I ended up in a fuckin' saddle for two days. He wanted to help you herd cows for whatever gods-forsaken reason, before he decided to fuck up an ankle the night before."
Rolling his eyes, Jack reaches out for the bottle of tequila almost at the same time as Colt offers it, and no sooner has he taken the glass into his hands when it's rimed with frost, chilling the liquor within. "You're too kind. An' it'll take all night if there ain't anyone around to stop 'em. I'm hopin' it don't come to that, though."
"One word for it," he scoffs his agreement at the burly sailor. "That's Bassian - he's also the reason I ended up in a fuckin' saddle for two days. He wanted to help you herd cows for whatever gods-forsaken reason, before he decided to fuck up an ankle the night before."
Rolling his eyes, Jack reaches out for the bottle of tequila almost at the same time as Colt offers it, and no sooner has he taken the glass into his hands when it's rimed with frost, chilling the liquor within. "You're too kind. An' it'll take all night if there ain't anyone around to stop 'em. I'm hopin' it don't come to that, though."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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