JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
The pounding in his head paired with the confusion of having just been unconscious makes Jack, er, not so sharp as he normally is, such that he only realises he has company when a voice rings out overhead. Startling immediately, he glares up towards the stranger with ice already spearing from the ground around him like a jagged, protective wall, reaching up with a hand to swipe rain and blood out of his eyes.
Sir? is his immediate reaction when he realises she's not either the Oerwoud come to attack him or anyone else come to attack him, the Captain scoffing and gingerly touching the cut above his eyebrow. "Call me Jack," he grunts. "An' I reckon so. Must've slipped." And he's got words for the jungle about that, none of them good. "I'll be a'right."
And yet, he remains sitting in the mud for now.
Sir? is his immediate reaction when he realises she's not either the Oerwoud come to attack him or anyone else come to attack him, the Captain scoffing and gingerly touching the cut above his eyebrow. "Call me Jack," he grunts. "An' I reckon so. Must've slipped." And he's got words for the jungle about that, none of them good. "I'll be a'right."
And yet, he remains sitting in the mud for now.
are the angels on their way
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
