full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Jack doesn't really care if it's a parlour, a living room, or a fucking outhouse at this point, his blue eyes smouldering as he gazes up Flora. As always, his interest is kindled more by her own than anything else, but they aren't quite done with the lesson in training just yet - on either side. The approval is irrelevant to him (she hasn't, because he doesn't know what he's supposed to be approving of, but he'll lie if she asks); the sharp feather between her thighs, though, that gets his attention.
"You'll be thankin' me for not bein' quick anywhere else," he points out with a catlike smile, nodding down at the pathway his hand has taken and the knife he'd palmed in it, ready to push and cut against the back of her leg at a moment's notice. "I reckon that's about a stalemate, don't you?"
"You'll be thankin' me for not bein' quick anywhere else," he points out with a catlike smile, nodding down at the pathway his hand has taken and the knife he'd palmed in it, ready to push and cut against the back of her leg at a moment's notice. "I reckon that's about a stalemate, don't you?"
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
