JACK
The waves break around them, bringing with them the ocean's soft lullaby interrupted only by the occasional call of seabirds, and whether it's because of The Ark or because of himself, Jack feels the tension start to flee his muscles. Standing like this in the warm sunshine with his feet in the sand brings with it the most curious sense of nostalgia - not since leaving Torchline has he found somewhere that felt as if it could be those islands, and as he realises it, memory turns sharply into something like homesickness.
His jaw feathers a bit then, his arm drawing The Ark more closely against his side without realising it, and his free hand longs to slip into the pockets of pants he isn't wearing or to search for cigarettes he isn't carrying. "Mm, you ain't seen nothin' yet love," he says, slanting a smirk her way. "Wait 'til we get to the towns an' cities." They won't rival Torchline's eclectic boardwalk or its endless cobbled streets or colourful buildings, no, but there is more to land than this.
Don't get him wrong, of course. This is a damn good start.
His jaw feathers a bit then, his arm drawing The Ark more closely against his side without realising it, and his free hand longs to slip into the pockets of pants he isn't wearing or to search for cigarettes he isn't carrying. "Mm, you ain't seen nothin' yet love," he says, slanting a smirk her way. "Wait 'til we get to the towns an' cities." They won't rival Torchline's eclectic boardwalk or its endless cobbled streets or colourful buildings, no, but there is more to land than this.
Don't get him wrong, of course. This is a damn good start.
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!
