JACK
"Torchliners? Resistin' arrest? Don't sound very likely to me," Jack drawls, his smile sharp around his glass as he finishes her drink and sets the glass back down. A bit, is the answer to her question, not that Jack will ever admit it or show it beyond what's already slipping through. Still, it could all go so well were it not for the way she's suddenly probing into something that, in Jack's opinion at least, is none of her damned business. Spying? If only it could be that intentional.
Still, she shoves it further over the line with questions that, were it any other person, would be very reasonable and would very much lead to some bullshit bonding and secret sharing, he has no doubt. But Jack is not any other person, and he has not gotten this far by spilling the beans at every available opportunity. "You can go now, Arbiter," he says softly.
Still, she shoves it further over the line with questions that, were it any other person, would be very reasonable and would very much lead to some bullshit bonding and secret sharing, he has no doubt. But Jack is not any other person, and he has not gotten this far by spilling the beans at every available opportunity. "You can go now, Arbiter," he says softly.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
