JACK
"The Ludo business, huh," Jack echoes, the slant of his smile all but challenging her to tell him what business dealings she has on behalf of the trickster herald (and how many of them involve rubber ducks). "And channelled? No wonder we ain't seen much of you." Even before his swift and sudden departure to King's End. And Jack doesn't kid himself in thinking his greeting has helped him to avoid that line of questioning - but he is surprised at the quiet softness of her words, when they do come.
"Lots of reasons," he tells her, matching her tone and leaning his elbows against the rail. "The main bein' that I was caught up in my own bullshit and didn't think to tell much of anyone. I told my black market contacts an' let the crew go who wanted to stay, an' fucked off overnight." He shrugs his shoulders. "By the time I came up for air, I'd been gone so long word had already spread."
"Lots of reasons," he tells her, matching her tone and leaning his elbows against the rail. "The main bein' that I was caught up in my own bullshit and didn't think to tell much of anyone. I told my black market contacts an' let the crew go who wanted to stay, an' fucked off overnight." He shrugs his shoulders. "By the time I came up for air, I'd been gone so long word had already spread."
your promises they look like lies
your honesty like a back that hides a knife
your honesty like a back that hides a knife
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
