i want to taste you again
Now, see, Jack already knows he's the GOAT. He doesn't need to be told, or shown metaphorically, or given dozens of shitting, pissing mascots as evidence of the fact. And if Colt had chosen a slightly quieter method of revenge(?) for gods only know what slight has been done to her via The Ark, they might have even made it to the deck of the ship. As it stands, though, the top of the gangplank suddenly erupts in a thick wall of ice - ice that spreads, sleek and deadly, down the length of the boards and back onto the dock.
More than one rancher loses his footing, going sliding at speed right back where he started, and the goats also - naturally - begin to panic, hooves failing to find purchase on the suddenly slick ground, a couple of them scrabbling dangerously close to plunging into the water entirely, one colliding with a rancher so they both go slip-sliding away. That's not Jack's problem, though. None of this is Jack's problem, in fact, no matter how much Colt is trying to make it that way.
He appears at the side of the ship, the collar of his Kingmaker coat turned high against the biting wind, eyes like shards of the sky as he narrows them down at her. "Gonna give you five seconds to explain this shit 'fore I make a real mess of the dock," he tells her, voice carrying enough to be heard despite its relatively quiet volume, undoubtedly aided by a ribbon of air magic sent her way.
More than one rancher loses his footing, going sliding at speed right back where he started, and the goats also - naturally - begin to panic, hooves failing to find purchase on the suddenly slick ground, a couple of them scrabbling dangerously close to plunging into the water entirely, one colliding with a rancher so they both go slip-sliding away. That's not Jack's problem, though. None of this is Jack's problem, in fact, no matter how much Colt is trying to make it that way.
He appears at the side of the ship, the collar of his Kingmaker coat turned high against the biting wind, eyes like shards of the sky as he narrows them down at her. "Gonna give you five seconds to explain this shit 'fore I make a real mess of the dock," he tells her, voice carrying enough to be heard despite its relatively quiet volume, undoubtedly aided by a ribbon of air magic sent her way.
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!
