there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"About what you said about the Greatwood," Jack clarifies at the look fired his way, his smile crooked and his hands sinking more deeply into his pockets as he stands beside the young demigod and his mud-clogged signpost. "Was gonna try an' find you in Sidhe, find out how shit was goin' since you vanished out here. Been considerin' what you said an' what it would look like."
Moving again, potentially ruling these woods, displacing himself from the Arclight for good. The Captain's heartstrings are razor sharp and plucking them tends to draw blood from any fingers that try, but it isn't impossible, and the salt of that particular ocean has been in his blood his whole life.
How shit's goin' seems to extend to being flummoxed by the mud, though, and Jack smirks at the signpost stubbornly holding onto the dirt like it's an outfit it's chosen specifically. "I found dryin' it out or throwin' it miles away tends to get rid of it for longer'n just wipin' it off," he says, tilting his head. "Problem is the rain's so frequent it just lets it reform again."
Moving again, potentially ruling these woods, displacing himself from the Arclight for good. The Captain's heartstrings are razor sharp and plucking them tends to draw blood from any fingers that try, but it isn't impossible, and the salt of that particular ocean has been in his blood his whole life.
How shit's goin' seems to extend to being flummoxed by the mud, though, and Jack smirks at the signpost stubbornly holding onto the dirt like it's an outfit it's chosen specifically. "I found dryin' it out or throwin' it miles away tends to get rid of it for longer'n just wipin' it off," he says, tilting his head. "Problem is the rain's so frequent it just lets it reform again."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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