JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Well, bein' worried 'bout it won't miraculously fix things, will it," Jack reasons, and it's unclear whether it's the curse talking or whether the captain would be this blase regardless. "Besides, I didn't fall all the way, an' I got these back." He stares at her over the rim of his sunglasses. Yeah, he might be a bit unreasonably proud about that, too. Still, off they amble with Aurelia wrapped and fussing around him like a limpet (in Jack's opinion anyways).
They stop so she can look at the wound on his head, something that would worry him in more than one way if he'd had all of his faculties. Shit like head wounds tended to aggravate the more volatile side effects of his magic, and Jack doesn't honestly know what a concussion would mean for him right now. There's a real risk he might end up replying to Aurelia's thoughts, and given that he's not clouded with pain like he should be, that is cause to worry.
"How'd you figure that?" he wants to know, finding the knife in his lap without quite realising how it got there. "I don't keep all that many friends. How'd you make the cut?" Turning the blade in his hands, he reaches out with fingers far steadier than hers to catch at her wrist. "You're panickin'," he says. "Slow down."
They stop so she can look at the wound on his head, something that would worry him in more than one way if he'd had all of his faculties. Shit like head wounds tended to aggravate the more volatile side effects of his magic, and Jack doesn't honestly know what a concussion would mean for him right now. There's a real risk he might end up replying to Aurelia's thoughts, and given that he's not clouded with pain like he should be, that is cause to worry.
"How'd you figure that?" he wants to know, finding the knife in his lap without quite realising how it got there. "I don't keep all that many friends. How'd you make the cut?" Turning the blade in his hands, he reaches out with fingers far steadier than hers to catch at her wrist. "You're panickin'," he says. "Slow down."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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.
