JACK
"Mm, apparently it's still bein' worked on, so we'll see how it looks come Flowerbirth." But Jack hasn't got high hopes given how welcoming the flora, fauna and Thalassas are, though he fully accepts the fact that he might have been the exception to the rule when it comes to that sort of thing. (Not many people roll out the welcome wagon for Jack Barclay).
He pauses only long enough for the server to approach to set two glasses of whiskey down before them, Jack frosting the glasses with a flick of his fingers before lifting his own to his lips. "Mm, it is," he agrees of the smart play, though his blue eyes are curious as he regards the young demigod across from him, the way his indifference threatens to choke him with the insincerity of it.
"Let me know if you want me to need anythin' done," he fires back, raising his glass in a half toast. "You're wearin' nonchalance like shirt that's too big. She still under your skin after all these seasons?"
He pauses only long enough for the server to approach to set two glasses of whiskey down before them, Jack frosting the glasses with a flick of his fingers before lifting his own to his lips. "Mm, it is," he agrees of the smart play, though his blue eyes are curious as he regards the young demigod across from him, the way his indifference threatens to choke him with the insincerity of it.
"Let me know if you want me to need anythin' done," he fires back, raising his glass in a half toast. "You're wearin' nonchalance like shirt that's too big. She still under your skin after all these seasons?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
