JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Kicking his heel back against the side of the fountain, Jack hates to admit it but there is a sense of peace here. And peace isn't something easily obtained in Torchline in general; even less so for a man like Jack. But with his tea and with the babble of the fountain and the dappled sunshine, fuck, it's almost like the paradise people say Torchline is. "The circumstances bein' that pesky war," he guesses, finishing his tea and setting the cup down.
"Stirrin' the pot ain't the problem, it's when people realise you're doin' it," he points out. "Safehouse might be popular, through." Most people in Torchline were selfish - Jack included - and knowing there was a place nearby to keep their own asses safe first would probably go down a storm. "Maybe you could even ask Safrin for a shield for the islands."
"Stirrin' the pot ain't the problem, it's when people realise you're doin' it," he points out. "Safehouse might be popular, through." Most people in Torchline were selfish - Jack included - and knowing there was a place nearby to keep their own asses safe first would probably go down a storm. "Maybe you could even ask Safrin for a shield for the islands."
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
- Click for The Ark!
