JACK
If fire can't be taken from this place then Jack is going to have yet another bone to pick with Rae by the time he's done. The Captain, utterly unaware of what awaits him in the lighthouse, is already preparing for the descent, hiking himself over the side of The Ark on one of the rope ladders and trusting Murphy to belay the orders that will get her close enough for him to complete the jump.
He's too far for his telepathy to pick up what his first mate is actively doing - which is probably a good thing, because it means he'll miss the quiet fuck that accompanies true recognition of the Sugar Tide anchored nearby. Whether it coincides with the fact that the dragons - still very present, freewheeling all around - aren't daring any closer is a thought that will need to wait for another day.
Right now, with her captain fluttering on a rope ladder like a war banner, The Ark looks like something from out of a swashbuckler's wet dream, rusty sails catching in the light, hull suspended effortlessly in the air. It takes a few swings for the window of the top of the lighthouse to get remotely in reach, but the second it enters the realm of true possibility, Jack makes the leap.
Air magic condenses around him in a blast that leaves him lightheaded when he makes contact with the stone, and as such it's not as elegant a landing as he would have liked. Instead of a graceful hop into the top of the lighthouse, Jack lands in a crouch that becomes a roll that will bring him - you fucking guessed it - right at Flora's feet when he tumbles to a stop.
He's too far for his telepathy to pick up what his first mate is actively doing - which is probably a good thing, because it means he'll miss the quiet fuck that accompanies true recognition of the Sugar Tide anchored nearby. Whether it coincides with the fact that the dragons - still very present, freewheeling all around - aren't daring any closer is a thought that will need to wait for another day.
Right now, with her captain fluttering on a rope ladder like a war banner, The Ark looks like something from out of a swashbuckler's wet dream, rusty sails catching in the light, hull suspended effortlessly in the air. It takes a few swings for the window of the top of the lighthouse to get remotely in reach, but the second it enters the realm of true possibility, Jack makes the leap.
Air magic condenses around him in a blast that leaves him lightheaded when he makes contact with the stone, and as such it's not as elegant a landing as he would have liked. Instead of a graceful hop into the top of the lighthouse, Jack lands in a crouch that becomes a roll that will bring him - you fucking guessed it - right at Flora's feet when he tumbles to a stop.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
