JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Better to focus on what's in front of you," Jack says, and either it's the migraine-hangover that's making him a better conversationalist or the concentration on his magic. Either way, it's more than she'd usually get out of him. Aurelia would either return or she wouldn't - Torchline would still require leadership whichever happened. Jack takes another long drink of hot tea as he watches the water orbs circle, and they plop back into the fountain when Maeve draws his attention to the casks.
"I could, but wouldn't that negate all the work Milo did?" he says, putting down his cup and slouching to his feet so he can go and inspect said casks. "Could add it in though, if you reckon that'll help," he suggests, already reaching out to unplug the cork from the top of one of the casks, teasing the water out with his magic in a delicate stream.
"I could, but wouldn't that negate all the work Milo did?" he says, putting down his cup and slouching to his feet so he can go and inspect said casks. "Could add it in though, if you reckon that'll help," he suggests, already reaching out to unplug the cork from the top of one of the casks, teasing the water out with his magic in a delicate stream.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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