JACK
Not having sensed anyone in the proximity of the Mathair as he passes by, evidently Jack needs to also carve a Vesper shaped absence into his mind, because when the boy speaks, it takes him utterly by surprise. Flinching in the direction of the sound, the air already filling with the scent of ozone and with static cracking at his fingertips, it takes a heartbeat or two for Jack to recognise the drawl, the curated slouch in the shade of the mother tree's great, hanging boughs.
His shoulders relax just a fraction, which takes him from rigid as fuck and back down to just uncomfortably tense, and his magic, too, relaxes. "Memory mud. Ironic, I know," he says gruffly, drawing to a stop and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Maybe s'why the Greatwood threw us together again. Remembered us dealin' with it from last time."
Scoffing humourlessly under his breath, Jack nods towards where he'd last picked up the stream. "Was followin' water, hopin' it'd lead to a riverbank."
His shoulders relax just a fraction, which takes him from rigid as fuck and back down to just uncomfortably tense, and his magic, too, relaxes. "Memory mud. Ironic, I know," he says gruffly, drawing to a stop and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Maybe s'why the Greatwood threw us together again. Remembered us dealin' with it from last time."
Scoffing humourlessly under his breath, Jack nods towards where he'd last picked up the stream. "Was followin' water, hopin' it'd lead to a riverbank."
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
