JACK
Thoughts about Hak Etme and whatever divine assistance it might need vanish from Jack's mind the moment Vesper's shadows spring to his defence, the Captain watching them with neat precision and a healthy dose of respect. He's trained enough times with Vesper now to know that even warning shots can still flay you to the bone; he knows, because he'd had a hand in teaching him as much.
His eyebrows raise over his glass as he lifts it slowly to his lips, asking a dozen silent questions and expecting no answers, but when the boy decides against cheap shots and easy insults, he swallows his sip of whiskey and sets the drink back down to listen instead. And at the mention of channelling, Jack's lip curls in distaste. He'd never considered that element of it, that Colt could decide at least once a season to bring Vesper unwillingly back into her life - not just to see him, but to put him to work - and though it might only be for a few seconds, that's still long enough to bruise.
"You still got shit left unsaid between you?" It's phrased as a question, though in reality it's nothing of the sort - the distance between them is screaming loud enough to be heard from Hak Etme down to King's End, and Jack sighs. "Would it be easier if I gave you opportunities to be in her way on purpose? Or to tell her that channellin' you has consequences?" He doesn't know what kind yet because he hasn't fully considered it, but Jack happens to be very creative when it comes to that sort of thing.
His eyebrows raise over his glass as he lifts it slowly to his lips, asking a dozen silent questions and expecting no answers, but when the boy decides against cheap shots and easy insults, he swallows his sip of whiskey and sets the drink back down to listen instead. And at the mention of channelling, Jack's lip curls in distaste. He'd never considered that element of it, that Colt could decide at least once a season to bring Vesper unwillingly back into her life - not just to see him, but to put him to work - and though it might only be for a few seconds, that's still long enough to bruise.
"You still got shit left unsaid between you?" It's phrased as a question, though in reality it's nothing of the sort - the distance between them is screaming loud enough to be heard from Hak Etme down to King's End, and Jack sighs. "Would it be easier if I gave you opportunities to be in her way on purpose? Or to tell her that channellin' you has consequences?" He doesn't know what kind yet because he hasn't fully considered it, but Jack happens to be very creative when it comes to that sort of thing.
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
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