JACK
"I didn't say anythin' about killin' him," Jack points out all too reasonably, and as she investigates the stall with the knock-off Torchline delicacies, he fishes around in his pockets for another cigarette. He hasn't chain-smoked half as much since flipping that coin in his cabin as they hovered over the Greatwood, but clearly the scene with the tailor has found a way to peel back the veneer of peace that had started to settle upon him.
He's just set the cigarette between his lips with the cherry already glowing when The Ark seizes his hand, her intention flickering down his magic a second before she commits. His fingers twitch but don't tug away, Jack watching her inspect the rings shining dully in the light and letting a smile hook up one corner of his mouth. "Then pick one," he says, wiggling his fingers.
"Just not these two," he adds, gesturing to the middle finger of his left hand and holding up the pinky finger of his right, where the strange and sometimes iridescent glow of mageglass sets them apart. "They're tools rather'n decoration," he explains.
He's just set the cigarette between his lips with the cherry already glowing when The Ark seizes his hand, her intention flickering down his magic a second before she commits. His fingers twitch but don't tug away, Jack watching her inspect the rings shining dully in the light and letting a smile hook up one corner of his mouth. "Then pick one," he says, wiggling his fingers.
"Just not these two," he adds, gesturing to the middle finger of his left hand and holding up the pinky finger of his right, where the strange and sometimes iridescent glow of mageglass sets them apart. "They're tools rather'n decoration," he explains.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
