JACK
"Pretty sure a blind man with no tongue could do fuckin' better," comes a snappy response just after one of Flora's cupcakes goes sailing out of the window - and it comes back to her too, the burnt husk lancing into the kitchen with the full intent of clobbering her in the side of the head. A moment later, the original cupcake recipient appears in the window, Jack swiping crumbs from his stubbled jaw and raising his eyebrows at her.
"Of course it's you," he says, scoffing a laugh as if he hadn't known it would be Flora from the moment he walked close enough to hear the fireworks of her thoughts. They spar and clamour along the magical webbing of his telepathy, twanging off annoyance and frustration that he has to be careful not to make his own.
"The hels are still laughin' at you," he adds, for good measure.
"Of course it's you," he says, scoffing a laugh as if he hadn't known it would be Flora from the moment he walked close enough to hear the fireworks of her thoughts. They spar and clamour along the magical webbing of his telepathy, twanging off annoyance and frustration that he has to be careful not to make his own.
"The hels are still laughin' at you," he adds, for good measure.
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
