JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Edwyn will find that no help is needed, and Jack similarly shoves his hands in the pockets of his wet pants, finding almost everything he was carrying to be ruined; cigarettes, matchbook, some soggy note or other. With a mental groan, his blue eyes flick back across to the Ascended at his side. He listens to it all, to the things both said and unsaid, and were he not so schooled in his telepathy as to keep a poker face, he might have smiled. Instead, he simply gazes across the beach to the port in the near distance.
”It sounds borin’,” he says simply. ”No pain? Fuck that - pain’s a fine motivator. Pleasure, too. An’ you’ll forgive me for actually wantin’ to fuck with my dick, not my teeth.” Everyone’s got their own kinks, he supposes. It isn’t like Jack can say much; for a second his mind wanders to a bed afloat in the ocean, a storm heaving around them. He shakes that away, however.
Stepping onto the boardwalk, he makes his way down towards the shipyard. ”An’ if you didn’t wanna drown, you could’ve just got yourself a jewel from a cloud manta.”
”It sounds borin’,” he says simply. ”No pain? Fuck that - pain’s a fine motivator. Pleasure, too. An’ you’ll forgive me for actually wantin’ to fuck with my dick, not my teeth.” Everyone’s got their own kinks, he supposes. It isn’t like Jack can say much; for a second his mind wanders to a bed afloat in the ocean, a storm heaving around them. He shakes that away, however.
Stepping onto the boardwalk, he makes his way down towards the shipyard. ”An’ if you didn’t wanna drown, you could’ve just got yourself a jewel from a cloud manta.”
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
