JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"If it pisses you off, just imagine how I feel," Jack drawls, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice as he feels the cut of her anger slice across his telepathy, searing through the magic as clean and terrible as a sudden storm out at sea. They walk and leave the glowing shoreline behind - most of it, anyway - and the docks start to take on more shape and detail as they draw closer to the familiar masts and lowered sails against the night.
His lip curls with distaste at the mere idea of doing anything to do with Flora, whether it's to strike preemptively or to get ahead of whatever bridges she might feel like burning on a whim, but there's no denying that The Ark has a good point, and between them she's the one better able to think clearly on the situation.
"Ah, fuck her secrets," he nevertheless mutters to the siren's last point, weary exasperation written clear in the twist in his expression. "If I wanted to go gunnin' for her, movin' back to Torchline would be a no brainer," he points out. "But that's the thing - I don't want malice an' I don't wanna be amicable. I want nothin' when it comes to Flora. Indifference would suit me just fine."
But he sighs, the breath clouding the air before them, and casts her a sideways glance. "You're right, though. 'Bout the undercity. Maybe that'll be enough to make her keep her distance." Or maybe it won't. But doing nothing sure as fuck won't give them the answer.
His lip curls with distaste at the mere idea of doing anything to do with Flora, whether it's to strike preemptively or to get ahead of whatever bridges she might feel like burning on a whim, but there's no denying that The Ark has a good point, and between them she's the one better able to think clearly on the situation.
"Ah, fuck her secrets," he nevertheless mutters to the siren's last point, weary exasperation written clear in the twist in his expression. "If I wanted to go gunnin' for her, movin' back to Torchline would be a no brainer," he points out. "But that's the thing - I don't want malice an' I don't wanna be amicable. I want nothin' when it comes to Flora. Indifference would suit me just fine."
But he sighs, the breath clouding the air before them, and casts her a sideways glance. "You're right, though. 'Bout the undercity. Maybe that'll be enough to make her keep her distance." Or maybe it won't. But doing nothing sure as fuck won't give them the answer.
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
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