JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"An' still I get letters askin' me to make bindin' agreements with Safrin," Jack agrees, the eyeroll all in his tone. It doesn't matter in this context, that the agreement had actually been wildly and unexpectedly beneficial to the Captain (and woe betide them if Flora ever figures that out). It's the fact that those letters could come any time she makes something up in her mind that puts him as the culprit, weighted with the threat of poisoned feather knives or channelling deities or half a dozen demigods at her beck and call.
He grumbles something under his breath that's mostly a curse as The Ark lays out the truth of it that he thinks they've both always known, Jack glaring quietly at the sand that starts to drift into the boardwalk. "I don't need indifference, love," he says, and it feels less like a concession this time and more like a step towards halfway. "I'd just really fuckin' like it."
Ignoring, for once, the way the eyes of the late-night dock workers rove all over The Ark's very naked and very attractive body, Jack considers compromise. "We never used to stay in Torchline all year round," he points out; back before politics and romance and, let's be honest, war had made it more difficult. "We'd cast out each Flowerbirth to avoid the worst of the monsoons beyond the region, an' again in Leafchange after the heat faded." Perhaps there's an existence where they try that out, keeping one foot in the Arclight and the other wherever the wind blew.
He grumbles something under his breath that's mostly a curse as The Ark lays out the truth of it that he thinks they've both always known, Jack glaring quietly at the sand that starts to drift into the boardwalk. "I don't need indifference, love," he says, and it feels less like a concession this time and more like a step towards halfway. "I'd just really fuckin' like it."
Ignoring, for once, the way the eyes of the late-night dock workers rove all over The Ark's very naked and very attractive body, Jack considers compromise. "We never used to stay in Torchline all year round," he points out; back before politics and romance and, let's be honest, war had made it more difficult. "We'd cast out each Flowerbirth to avoid the worst of the monsoons beyond the region, an' again in Leafchange after the heat faded." Perhaps there's an existence where they try that out, keeping one foot in the Arclight and the other wherever the wind blew.
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!
