i crack the sky like a god-damn whip

JACK

"I know," Jack drawls; even without telepathy, Vesper's surprise is evident enough, and he'd felt much the same when he'd first encountered The Ark's magic (and not even the more siren-coded nature of it). "I reckon I can arrange for a stretch of smooth sailin', providin' The Ark is on board." Which he has no reason to think she wouldn't be, especially given that Vesper is the last of the Marin triplets for her to encounter since she'd started walking on two legs.

Shooting back the last of his drink with a crooked smile of agreement at his next point - sun from Torchline would sell better than anything else if you could only bottle it, he thinks - Jack settles back in his seat to enjoy the strange and relative tranquility of the Sidhe Village, the way the world seems to wrap itself around and through them from their little spot out here.

"You've belonged behind a bar since you dropped outta the sky," he says after a beat of quiet, surprising himself with his own agreement. "An' I reckon you know it, too." Smirking, Jack gestures around them. "Maybe it's why you keep showin' up at 'em even when you ain't workin'."

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!