i want to taste you again
"I know," Jack says breezily, a catlike smirk on his face. "Always nice to be told, though." Tweaking his arrangement at the shrine here and there, only as Caly mentions that Vesper had also offered his services does the captain scoff out a laugh, inclining his head as if conceding that, perhaps, he and the Marins do absolutely have more than one thing in common with each other. "Can't fault you doin' it alone - s'what I'd do. Just keep your nosy brother in the loop, otherwise he'll interfere with or without your permission."
Rising back to his feet and sweeping a few petals and some glitter from his knees (he's blaming Nova for it regardless of when she was last here at the shrine), Jack pinches out his cigarette and flicks it out of the lighthouse window down into the crashing surf below. "Hm?" He glances over his shoulder, before gesturing vaguely to himself and the cloudless sky outside.
"She got The Ark to fly properly. Made me immortal - at least to look at, anyway. An' I got this." He pushes up his sleeve to reveal the compass tattoo on his forearm. "Takes me back to the ship if I need it." Not from anywhere. Not yet. But, y'know, there's time.
Rising back to his feet and sweeping a few petals and some glitter from his knees (he's blaming Nova for it regardless of when she was last here at the shrine), Jack pinches out his cigarette and flicks it out of the lighthouse window down into the crashing surf below. "Hm?" He glances over his shoulder, before gesturing vaguely to himself and the cloudless sky outside.
"She got The Ark to fly properly. Made me immortal - at least to look at, anyway. An' I got this." He pushes up his sleeve to reveal the compass tattoo on his forearm. "Takes me back to the ship if I need it." Not from anywhere. Not yet. But, y'know, there's time.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
