i want to taste you again
"Mm," Jack agrees quietly of the caches, reaching out with a combination of earth and water magic to try and peel the sludge away from their boots and dry it out, providing a semblance of steady ground for them to stand upon. "Good place to hide shit an' even better to potentially get rid of any thieves trackin' it." He's not worried about their presence here, not any more, but there had been a time when Jack Barclay would have been one of those to avoid this place and its sucking black pits.
His nose wrinkles to see The Ark's saltwater ribbon hiss and spit and disappear into the tar, Jack continuing to edge around the perimeter of the bubbling mire, eyes sharp not on the sludge now, but on the skeletal branches overhanging them from trees that apparently did not know better than to grow here. "Don't let it get to you, love," he mutters, the chill in her thoughts enough to send flecks of ice spearing through his magic. "We'll be in an' outta here 'fore your boots get too wet."
He gestures deeper into the pits, ducking under moss-thick vines and lifting them to let her follow unimpeded, then nods out into the middle of the mire. "See? Already found our cache."
The leather bag is unassuming and looks as if it has been here for a while, hung directly over one of the larger hungrier looking pits, tied around a brittle-looking branch stripped of all leaves and life.
His nose wrinkles to see The Ark's saltwater ribbon hiss and spit and disappear into the tar, Jack continuing to edge around the perimeter of the bubbling mire, eyes sharp not on the sludge now, but on the skeletal branches overhanging them from trees that apparently did not know better than to grow here. "Don't let it get to you, love," he mutters, the chill in her thoughts enough to send flecks of ice spearing through his magic. "We'll be in an' outta here 'fore your boots get too wet."
He gestures deeper into the pits, ducking under moss-thick vines and lifting them to let her follow unimpeded, then nods out into the middle of the mire. "See? Already found our cache."
The leather bag is unassuming and looks as if it has been here for a while, hung directly over one of the larger hungrier looking pits, tied around a brittle-looking branch stripped of all leaves and life.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
