JACK
"You sure about that?" Jack tilts his head, slowly sinking into the seat on the other side of her desk. "Not that it matters either way, given what gods can do, but I don't reckon someone like Safrin is gonna accept any old fuck into a place she's got her stamp on, mm?" He raises his brows; given that he'd just been about to head to a Voice shrine that he helped build, it seems pertinent to say.
How kind of her to pass on his name to a goddess of all people - though going from unofficial governor to part of things is admittedly a step down in his eyes. The captain taps an absent finger against the woodgrain of Maeve's desk, sharp blue gaze never leaving hers. "So long as my business doesn't get impeded, I don't s'pose it matters a fuck what you do," he mutters eventually.
"So what else are you expectin' from me movin' forward?"
How kind of her to pass on his name to a goddess of all people - though going from unofficial governor to part of things is admittedly a step down in his eyes. The captain taps an absent finger against the woodgrain of Maeve's desk, sharp blue gaze never leaving hers. "So long as my business doesn't get impeded, I don't s'pose it matters a fuck what you do," he mutters eventually.
"So what else are you expectin' from me movin' forward?"
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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