JACK
Is he the one she promised a ship to? Gods, Jack can't remember. He had silver on his tongue coming into this; grand introductions, charming the pants off goddesses and taking what he's worth with the promise of whatever Safrin wanted to extract in return. And y'know, maybe that's still how it'll go, but he's certainly not coming across very well so far. He blames the fact that her thoughts have reduced his own to seafoam and starlight, and her nails on the crown of his head feel as good as anyone else's orgasm ever has.
"I can... I have a ship." He's meant to be explaining that he's got a ship and he wants to make it fly and gods, Safrin, your tits are divine and I bet your tongue tastes like honey and rum, and who the fuck else is talking? Jack would look around but he's too busy trying to focus on not choking on his own spit.
"I can... I have a ship." He's meant to be explaining that he's got a ship and he wants to make it fly and gods, Safrin, your tits are divine and I bet your tongue tastes like honey and rum, and who the fuck else is talking? Jack would look around but he's too busy trying to focus on not choking on his own spit.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
