you play the victim with your finger on the trigger

JACK

Humming something non-committal that nevertheless holds all the weight of The Ark's anchor for existing at all, Jack raises his glass to Vesper to close the matter officially, drinking at the same time as the boy and letting the liquor burn away whatever soft space had opened between them. It doesn't mean it isn't still there, doesn't mean it isn't getting easier and easier to offer with every meeting like this, but it's certainly a chapter of a conversation rather than the entire thing for now.

"I always do," the Captain quips with a wolfish smile, shifting in his seat enough to make it clear that they're talking shop to anyone drifting by, his magic sharpening for eavesdroppers and interlopers. "I need somethin' from Torchline to make this happen, though. Ain't ever thought I'd need it, but then I never thought I'd be here either." Shrugging, he wastes little time in delving into the matter.

"It's a ledger, 'bout the size of a man's hand..."

~FIN

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!