JACK
It's a good question, honestly, Jack frowning as he considers, leaning back on one hand on the bunk. "Maybe?" he says slowly. "Safrin first planted the idea in my head, an' I thought I saw you then. Ain't sure if that's how you always looked beyond boards an' sails, or if it's somethin' I did. Maybe a bit of both." He smirks over his shoulder at her. "Take it from me an' every other person aboard, though - you look exactly right." And he's sure she knows it, too.
But tell me, she says, and the Captain angles himself a little towards her on the bunk, itching at the scruff on his jaw. "Well, you were there for the trip up to the Cordillera for the fire. Chased by dragons, nearly rippin' at nail and canvas to move quick enough to get away. An' you were there for after, too." When he'd gotten back to his cabin with the torch in hand, mind more bruised than his body, and it had taken a lot of hard liquor for days after that to bring any real sleep.
"We flew over to Halo after that. I had to take a life to give you yours, so I found some seedy bar in the Citadel. Gambled, cheated, started a fight. Some soldier got in the way, so I put some ice between her ribs." He says it the way he'd say anything else - quiet, frank, exacting. "Memory mud was easy, but then it was either killin' a banshee or a mirage crab. Banshee seemed the quicker option." And it had been, but he hadn't accounted for being choked with something cold and necrotic; Jack's hand strays to his throat instinctively at the memory.
"An' now here you are, love. Exactly as I made you," he echoes with a crooked grin.
But tell me, she says, and the Captain angles himself a little towards her on the bunk, itching at the scruff on his jaw. "Well, you were there for the trip up to the Cordillera for the fire. Chased by dragons, nearly rippin' at nail and canvas to move quick enough to get away. An' you were there for after, too." When he'd gotten back to his cabin with the torch in hand, mind more bruised than his body, and it had taken a lot of hard liquor for days after that to bring any real sleep.
"We flew over to Halo after that. I had to take a life to give you yours, so I found some seedy bar in the Citadel. Gambled, cheated, started a fight. Some soldier got in the way, so I put some ice between her ribs." He says it the way he'd say anything else - quiet, frank, exacting. "Memory mud was easy, but then it was either killin' a banshee or a mirage crab. Banshee seemed the quicker option." And it had been, but he hadn't accounted for being choked with something cold and necrotic; Jack's hand strays to his throat instinctively at the memory.
"An' now here you are, love. Exactly as I made you," he echoes with a crooked grin.
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
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