JACK
The ground greets Jack unkindly to say the least, in places that will bruise and complain for days to come, but he hasn't missed the window and he isn't plummeting to his fucking death, and so he takes that as a win.
At first.
As he rights himself, more or less, knees pressing to the old marble and shoulders aching sharply all the while, Flora's mind collides with his telepathy like a gods damned jumpscare. Jack flinches back with enough force to scrape his knees further against the floor, and the air within the lighthouse grows still and dangerous in a way that is entirely deliberate on the Captain's part.
What happens next isn't deliberate at all. He feels it - the cold shock, the panic, the slosh of guilt and surprise and upset that he doesn't want any part of, his mind reacting as viscerally as his magic as he blocks her from his thoughts with every drop of power in his possession. Beneath him and crawling up at the wall at his back, ice splinters out in jagged, undisciplined spikes; the scent of ozone hangs heavy in the air; a few pebbles on the ground skitter and ping away towards the walls.
And then there's the fire, the magic surging up with a lack of control that's unbecoming of the Captain, and his attempts to stifle it are seemingly met with resistance even while the ice at his back begins to melt. Forcing himself to his feet, hands grazed and chest heaving, his what the fuck dies on his tongue, Jack instead gesturing vaguely to the brazier still burning behind the Doubletake.
"You're in the way."
At first.
As he rights himself, more or less, knees pressing to the old marble and shoulders aching sharply all the while, Flora's mind collides with his telepathy like a gods damned jumpscare. Jack flinches back with enough force to scrape his knees further against the floor, and the air within the lighthouse grows still and dangerous in a way that is entirely deliberate on the Captain's part.
What happens next isn't deliberate at all. He feels it - the cold shock, the panic, the slosh of guilt and surprise and upset that he doesn't want any part of, his mind reacting as viscerally as his magic as he blocks her from his thoughts with every drop of power in his possession. Beneath him and crawling up at the wall at his back, ice splinters out in jagged, undisciplined spikes; the scent of ozone hangs heavy in the air; a few pebbles on the ground skitter and ping away towards the walls.
And then there's the fire, the magic surging up with a lack of control that's unbecoming of the Captain, and his attempts to stifle it are seemingly met with resistance even while the ice at his back begins to melt. Forcing himself to his feet, hands grazed and chest heaving, his what the fuck dies on his tongue, Jack instead gesturing vaguely to the brazier still burning behind the Doubletake.
"You're in the way."
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!
