JACK
The Ark wraps around him with the same cool immediacy of the fountain waters, and Jack accepts her as though she's an extension of both them and himself. Around them the call of hels is distant but near musical, the sunlight just starting to kiss the Court of Stars and the first sprays of water over their heads. The arms around his neck and fingers in his hair he expects - even the playful tugging is little to raise an eyebrow about - but her comment has a laugh spilling out of him, honest and almost boyish in its surprise.
"What're you tryin' to say?" he asks, even as the sun-bleached tips of his hair drift just as ribbon-like through the water as her own fiery tresses. "I could see it arranged," he continues with a careless shrug. "How'd you want me? Buzzcut season? A mullet? I'll start a trend on the ship if I do anythin' too different, fair warnin'."
"What're you tryin' to say?" he asks, even as the sun-bleached tips of his hair drift just as ribbon-like through the water as her own fiery tresses. "I could see it arranged," he continues with a careless shrug. "How'd you want me? Buzzcut season? A mullet? I'll start a trend on the ship if I do anythin' too different, fair warnin'."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
