JACK
"I have no doubt," Jack mumbles, voice muffled behind another sip of rum. In the back of his mind, of course, he's already wondering why there aren't temples to any of the other gods out there, and whether as part of this potential lift-and-shift over to the Greatwood they shouldn't consider making a starlit monument for Safrin. (Possibly just to piss off Dygra, who probably wouldn't care, but it's the thought that counts).
Setting down his glass, he not only feels the suggestive brush of a tail against his leg but also the not-so-subtle heat behind it, and in response Jack tips his glass back to finish his drink in one. It isn't a decision or an intention as such, but gods if it doesn't feel like a good night for bad decisions. "An ethical priestess," he rumbles, topping up his own glass with a smirk. "Of Dygra. Who'd have thought?"
Raising an eyebrow, then, in a silent did you just call my goddess a bathtub, Jack scoffs and leans in as well. "Ah, so you've tried worshippin' all the other gods out there?" he challenges. "The heralds, their patrons, all of 'em?"
Setting down his glass, he not only feels the suggestive brush of a tail against his leg but also the not-so-subtle heat behind it, and in response Jack tips his glass back to finish his drink in one. It isn't a decision or an intention as such, but gods if it doesn't feel like a good night for bad decisions. "An ethical priestess," he rumbles, topping up his own glass with a smirk. "Of Dygra. Who'd have thought?"
Raising an eyebrow, then, in a silent did you just call my goddess a bathtub, Jack scoffs and leans in as well. "Ah, so you've tried worshippin' all the other gods out there?" he challenges. "The heralds, their patrons, all of 'em?"
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!
