JACK
Jack snuffs out the flame with the same fingertips he uses to accept the cigarette, lifting it to his lips to draw the smoke deeply into his lungs. His head tips back a fraction so as to direct his exhale into the air rather than at her, and he passes it back with a scoff under his breath. "If we go," he agrees, "it might not even be a tall tale, knowin' his luck. Hak Etme's no King's End or Torchline - there'll be more'n enough wild out there still by the time next Deepfrost comes."
Leaving her at the desk, he rolls back to his feet to prop a boot on a nearby trunk to start unlacing it, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow as the shape of her unless forms in her mind before it ever leaves her lips. As a telepath, Jack does not often find himself surprised, but the idea of riding the straight and narrow, even if only for a little, has a bark of laughter punching out of him. He straightens, grinning and raising his eyebrows at her as if to ask what his reputation has done to deserve such a sudden kicking.
"No business is enough to turn me honest, love," he drawls. "But if you want me to make an honest ship outta you, I could prob'ly arrange that." Finishing with his boot and following with the other, Jack sets them down beside the trunk and returns to the desk, leaning his elbows on it and nodding at his stack of correspondence. "The transport contracts are to fill a gap left by a ledger I was waitin' on," he says. "Buried it in the Fingers over a year ago - it's got the location of some caches of goods that were too hot to handle until enough time passed."
Leaving her at the desk, he rolls back to his feet to prop a boot on a nearby trunk to start unlacing it, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow as the shape of her unless forms in her mind before it ever leaves her lips. As a telepath, Jack does not often find himself surprised, but the idea of riding the straight and narrow, even if only for a little, has a bark of laughter punching out of him. He straightens, grinning and raising his eyebrows at her as if to ask what his reputation has done to deserve such a sudden kicking.
"No business is enough to turn me honest, love," he drawls. "But if you want me to make an honest ship outta you, I could prob'ly arrange that." Finishing with his boot and following with the other, Jack sets them down beside the trunk and returns to the desk, leaning his elbows on it and nodding at his stack of correspondence. "The transport contracts are to fill a gap left by a ledger I was waitin' on," he says. "Buried it in the Fingers over a year ago - it's got the location of some caches of goods that were too hot to handle until enough time passed."
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
