JACK
"Let him wonder. It'd be somethin' for him to do with his mind durin' the day - it ain't usually all that full," Jack says, his smirk hidden by the pillow; he doubts someone would even need his sort of magic to be able to guess that about Bassian either. "Oh, a dreambird? Perish the thought," he drawls, turning enough to follow her gaze down the hall, as if to either spy the fabled boa again for himself or to let his telepathy reach out for any nearby snags of thought.
Slouching back against the bed, on his back this time, Jack feathers a hand through his dark hair and finally feels the shreds of himself knit back together into something that resembles order. "Or," he says, "I could tell 'em nothin' at all. My ship, my banners. Ain't up to them what flies or why, an' there's enough superstition in Caido that they'll not even think to question it."
They haven't thus far, anyway. "Flowers it is. Let's hope your trip to the Cordillera is a quick one, mm?"
Slouching back against the bed, on his back this time, Jack feathers a hand through his dark hair and finally feels the shreds of himself knit back together into something that resembles order. "Or," he says, "I could tell 'em nothin' at all. My ship, my banners. Ain't up to them what flies or why, an' there's enough superstition in Caido that they'll not even think to question it."
They haven't thus far, anyway. "Flowers it is. Let's hope your trip to the Cordillera is a quick one, mm?"
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!
