JACK
"Third time? Spirit must like you," Jack grumbles, blue eyes narrowing as if expecting the trickster whatever-it-is to come back and make more trouble for them. When it doesn't, he relaxes a fraction and his fingers slip away from hers once more. "I know a witch who can do an exorcism if it's attached itself t'you," he remarks. "She's a dab hand at hangover cures as well."
As for the Nightshade's reasons, Jack can appreciate the need for a bit of peace and fucking quiet more than most, and he tilts a smirk up at her. "Well, let me fuck right off outta your peace then," he says, absently swatting her hand away from the burn on his neck so he can pull himself to his feet.
As for the Nightshade's reasons, Jack can appreciate the need for a bit of peace and fucking quiet more than most, and he tilts a smirk up at her. "Well, let me fuck right off outta your peace then," he says, absently swatting her hand away from the burn on his neck so he can pull himself to his feet.
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
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
