JACK
Not trying to hide his amusement now as he feels the defiance all but roll out of her, Jack mixes one of the powders with another tumbler of cool water and steps back over to offer it out. "You could still ask," he points out, "though I reckon with enough practice you'll be as good as firin' cannonballs at people anyway." They might be spheres of ice or bolts of lightning or gods know what else, but hopefully it makes up for continuing to have hands.
"An' if you get too restless, ain't nothin' stoppin' you from hangin' out in the hull for a bit," he points out, tapping a fond hand against the beam over their heads. She is The Ark - she's the ship and the ship is her, and if she needs time to properly stretch sails and feel the cut of the ocean as they cross the Arclight, Jack is hardly going to deny her.
"An' if you get too restless, ain't nothin' stoppin' you from hangin' out in the hull for a bit," he points out, tapping a fond hand against the beam over their heads. She is The Ark - she's the ship and the ship is her, and if she needs time to properly stretch sails and feel the cut of the ocean as they cross the Arclight, Jack is hardly going to deny her.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
