JACK
When Jack hears his name and it's not laced with irritation or suspicious recognition, he can't help but feel uncertain. The former two reactions are familiar, at least, and whilst he does vaguely recognise the owner of the voice, as his blue eyes flick up towards the bar, suddenly Charlie isn't there any more. No, she's directly opposite, her mind smashing into his telepathy like a firework. His hand tightens ever so slightly on the liquor bottle as he pours himself another measure into the glass, the Captain adjusting his magic around the wildfire of chaos and vibrance that the Ancient has brought with her.
"Sailors sailin' into a port town? Wild, I know," he draws, raising his eyebrows at her over the rim of his glass, the faintest hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. He raises the drink in salute as well once he's taken a sip, relishing the slow and familiar burn in his throat before setting it down onto the sticky table. "Weather's too shit to make the trip south tonight, so we'll be headin' out tomorrow. What brings you so far out from your shrines an' temples?"
"Sailors sailin' into a port town? Wild, I know," he draws, raising his eyebrows at her over the rim of his glass, the faintest hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. He raises the drink in salute as well once he's taken a sip, relishing the slow and familiar burn in his throat before setting it down onto the sticky table. "Weather's too shit to make the trip south tonight, so we'll be headin' out tomorrow. What brings you so far out from your shrines an' temples?"
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
