JACK
Jack hears Flora before his magic even senses her, and he recognises the sugary bite in her voice like it's practically something he taught her to give it. Stifling a smile - home sweet home, anyone? - the captain finds himself drawing to a halt some ten feet behind the patronising merchant, head tilted enough that he can look at the Doubletake over the rim of his sunglasses. "Queen of Torchline, bein' lectured by a man whose riggin' ain't even worth the lies he tells about it," he drawls, tutting theatrically under his breath.
Raising his eyebrows at Flora, a silent shall I shove him off the pier in his expression, Jack doesn't approach any further just yet. It's every other day that she's packing to sail off to some place she shouldn't be in, and in all honesty, the Cordillera is probably more familiar to her than a few places based on her parents formerly living there, and all.
Raising his eyebrows at Flora, a silent shall I shove him off the pier in his expression, Jack doesn't approach any further just yet. It's every other day that she's packing to sail off to some place she shouldn't be in, and in all honesty, the Cordillera is probably more familiar to her than a few places based on her parents formerly living there, and all.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
