JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
The gobble of men (it is a very good word) do nothing but grunt and tell Flora to fuck off and other, similarly low-brow curses as they continue to amble out of the Fingers at a brisk if not clumsy pace. Once they are gone, the girl and her torch are left in a silence punctuated only by the unsteady plop of water from the wet rock overhead.
And on she will go, until the flicker of her torch is joined by another, and another still, and the tunnel opens into a larger sort of cavern containing a few old, wet crates.
Oh, and Jack.
His magic has snatched at her thoughts as soon as they've come into range (solo orgasms, hm? good job Flora) and so he's stopped his pursuit of the thugs, sitting on one of the drier boxes to smoke and wait for her to show up. "One of these days you're really gonna get yourself into trouble," he informs her just as she's about to come into view.
And on she will go, until the flicker of her torch is joined by another, and another still, and the tunnel opens into a larger sort of cavern containing a few old, wet crates.
Oh, and Jack.
His magic has snatched at her thoughts as soon as they've come into range (solo orgasms, hm? good job Flora) and so he's stopped his pursuit of the thugs, sitting on one of the drier boxes to smoke and wait for her to show up. "One of these days you're really gonna get yourself into trouble," he informs her just as she's about to come into view.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
