there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Jack's brow arches at Colt channelled me, and the expression curls towards something closer to disdain at again, the Captain resisting the urge, just barely, to groan and roll his eyes. "You're burrowed so deep in her mind it's like a fuckin' tumour," he mutters. "She showed up at The Ark just 'fore we set out here with - get this - a herd of fuckin' goats. All of 'em had ribbons addressed to you. She said some shit about one goat for every time you fucked her or somethin'."
No, that's not entirely correct, but Jack hadn't truly been listening back then and he's even less interested in her reasoning now. "I told her you'd left," he adds. "Not where, obviously. Just that it was her doin'. She fucked off pretty quick after." And based on his current train of thought, if that's not enough to discourage her from fucking with his ship, maybe it is best he moves himself north.
Watching the shadows coil and writhe around the demigod like an extension of himself, at his remark the Captain can only scoff under his breath, and with a flash of teeth he slips a hand from his pocket and raises it towards the sign. Ever the most volatile of the elements at his disposal, the fire that rises along the signpost to eat at the memory mud and flake it away does playfully lick at the sign itself a few times, but for the most part it remains contained.
"Well would you look at that," he drawls. "Seems like it's your lucky day."
No, that's not entirely correct, but Jack hadn't truly been listening back then and he's even less interested in her reasoning now. "I told her you'd left," he adds. "Not where, obviously. Just that it was her doin'. She fucked off pretty quick after." And based on his current train of thought, if that's not enough to discourage her from fucking with his ship, maybe it is best he moves himself north.
Watching the shadows coil and writhe around the demigod like an extension of himself, at his remark the Captain can only scoff under his breath, and with a flash of teeth he slips a hand from his pocket and raises it towards the sign. Ever the most volatile of the elements at his disposal, the fire that rises along the signpost to eat at the memory mud and flake it away does playfully lick at the sign itself a few times, but for the most part it remains contained.
"Well would you look at that," he drawls. "Seems like it's your lucky day."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
