JACK
The Ark lurches half upright in bed and Jack's magic hones in like a knife perfectly sharpened and ready to spill blood, even if he remains half curled on his side in the bunk. His eyes crack open, flinty in the morning light, and though nothing else in the room is out of place, the static that hums beneath his skin is ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. Only when sense filters through in the wake of instinct does he realise there's no danger, exactly, only the shock of something startlingly new, and slowly, as The Ark settles back down, his magic follows suit.
Blinking, he focuses back on her properly just as her voice sweeps softly through the air, Jack running a hand across his face and rolling onto his back to arch his back and stretch. "I am," he mutters, voice quiet and sleep rough. "...I slept." Without dreams, without waking; he'd slept hard and slept well, and only now as wakefulness starts to pull him into the world more firmly does he realise it. "I feel good."
Glancing across at her, he raises a brow. "Did the wind wake you?" He gestures to the soft breeze still circulating around the cabin.
Blinking, he focuses back on her properly just as her voice sweeps softly through the air, Jack running a hand across his face and rolling onto his back to arch his back and stretch. "I am," he mutters, voice quiet and sleep rough. "...I slept." Without dreams, without waking; he'd slept hard and slept well, and only now as wakefulness starts to pull him into the world more firmly does he realise it. "I feel good."
Glancing across at her, he raises a brow. "Did the wind wake you?" He gestures to the soft breeze still circulating around the cabin.
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!
