JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Jack feels the shift in her like something physical, like warm water gone cold in the late night, and his brows flinch together in something that wants to be a frown but can't quite commit to it. He does pause in their stroll along the beach though, her bare feet and his boots leaving paired together prints in the sand, and his jaw feathers almost imperceptibly, but in a way she'll undoubtedly know and feel like her hand has been on his cheek the whole time.
"When I picked us up an' moved us to King's End I wasn't exactly firin' on all cylinders," he says. The Captain had been hollowed out by something that left his mind barren and burning, fit for little more than escape. "Which was why we left in the first place." There had been method to the madness, even if it had been mostly madness that fuelled it. Staying would have been a deathwish, a commitment to show himself as bait in a sea full of sharks.
Blue eyes cast a line out at the fading line where sea meets sky, as if to avoid all the things her mind prods at that hit deeper than he cares to admit, Jack's fingers suddenly cold against her bare flesh. He flexes his hand a little; a silent, almost apology for it.
"It ain't that," he says, gesturing to the saccharine message in the sky behind them. "But it ain't not about her." The admission that anyone else would have had to pry from him like a bad tooth comes easily when it's The Ark, and he shakes his head and starts to walk again.
"If I knew we could come back for good an' just settle in the way things were before, that'd be fine. But Flora's gonna find somethin' in it to get in our business. Some reason to be pissed off, some excuse to be in our way or get in my space." Not to mention that she's the Queen of Torchline, and there's something bitter in the idea of contributing to a region she rules.
"When I picked us up an' moved us to King's End I wasn't exactly firin' on all cylinders," he says. The Captain had been hollowed out by something that left his mind barren and burning, fit for little more than escape. "Which was why we left in the first place." There had been method to the madness, even if it had been mostly madness that fuelled it. Staying would have been a deathwish, a commitment to show himself as bait in a sea full of sharks.
Blue eyes cast a line out at the fading line where sea meets sky, as if to avoid all the things her mind prods at that hit deeper than he cares to admit, Jack's fingers suddenly cold against her bare flesh. He flexes his hand a little; a silent, almost apology for it.
"It ain't that," he says, gesturing to the saccharine message in the sky behind them. "But it ain't not about her." The admission that anyone else would have had to pry from him like a bad tooth comes easily when it's The Ark, and he shakes his head and starts to walk again.
"If I knew we could come back for good an' just settle in the way things were before, that'd be fine. But Flora's gonna find somethin' in it to get in our business. Some reason to be pissed off, some excuse to be in our way or get in my space." Not to mention that she's the Queen of Torchline, and there's something bitter in the idea of contributing to a region she rules.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
