JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Glancing sidelong at Flora, for a second Jack has to stifle the urge to push his finger between her pursed lips and pop! against the side of her cheek. It'd be funny if nothing else, right? Ahem, anyway. Shrine, ice, snow, skates... wh... skates? "What?" he says automatically, because naturally Jack, born and bred a Torcher and spending his time hugging the coastlines, has never actually seen snow. Or skated on ice.
Anyway. Huffing out a sigh that clouds the air before them, he shakes his head. "You can give it a go," he mutters, rubbing his hands together. "I'll handle the ice, though." Because who fucking cares about hidden magic as long as it's not the thought reading kind, right?
Reaching out with the strands of his power that can manipulate water, Jack attempts to convert the ice back into its liquid state, dragging it out of the tidepool and away down the tunnel.
Anyway. Huffing out a sigh that clouds the air before them, he shakes his head. "You can give it a go," he mutters, rubbing his hands together. "I'll handle the ice, though." Because who fucking cares about hidden magic as long as it's not the thought reading kind, right?
Reaching out with the strands of his power that can manipulate water, Jack attempts to convert the ice back into its liquid state, dragging it out of the tidepool and away down the tunnel.
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!
