i want to taste you again
"My, you don't know what the string's for? And here I thought you knew it all," Jack drawls, setting off after her in nothing but boots and underwear, in scars and tattoos and jewellery. He cracks his knuckles slowly as they make their way down the Rainbow Road, and whilst it's not obvious, he's doing his best to let his prints match those he made approaching their meeting spot. "Withhold it or give it - don't make a difference to me," he mutters; the day her opinion means something to him, he'll be expecting more than an assessment from her.
Blue eyes slide across to her as she continues, and Jack can't help the chuckle that comes rumbling out of his chest. "Fake my death, sail me away from Torchline, give me a signal every year to say everything's fine, fetch my luggage, give me a corpse to look at. Anythin' else while I'm at it, princess?" He raises his eyebrows in a warning; whatever it is she's offering in exchange for his services, it's quickly wading into the realms of not worth the hassle.
Stepping up off sand and onto stone, Jack turns to give her a lingering look, painted in moonlight. "Get your own luggage, and leave the dirty work to me, or the only corpse I'll be agein' will be yours. Now have a lovely night, won't you?"
And yes. The rest of his cigarettes and matches are in his pockets.
Blue eyes slide across to her as she continues, and Jack can't help the chuckle that comes rumbling out of his chest. "Fake my death, sail me away from Torchline, give me a signal every year to say everything's fine, fetch my luggage, give me a corpse to look at. Anythin' else while I'm at it, princess?" He raises his eyebrows in a warning; whatever it is she's offering in exchange for his services, it's quickly wading into the realms of not worth the hassle.
Stepping up off sand and onto stone, Jack turns to give her a lingering look, painted in moonlight. "Get your own luggage, and leave the dirty work to me, or the only corpse I'll be agein' will be yours. Now have a lovely night, won't you?"
And yes. The rest of his cigarettes and matches are in his pockets.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
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.
