JACK
Caido is massive - and Jack can only hope that Aurelia has gotten lost in it somewhere forever. Once he can forgive, barely - but if she appeared again after all this, it would just be an insult. "Probably dead," he mutters, because while it's grim, it's also the most likely scenario.
While they continue to talk shop and Wessex thinks - and thinks some more - Jack runs his tongue along his teeth and keeps on tapping out the rhythm on his glass, slouching in his seat to see what her offer is going to be. Because he begs to differ - it might not be exactly the same as owned by, but he's had the chaotic pleasure of being inside the goddess's mind, even if only for a second. And it smells like burned synapses and spins like the cosmos on a dime, and gods, he wants to do it again.
But then again, this is the Wraith. This is a Tower in flames, this is the red right hand of the Voice, this is biomechanics meets brilliance, and... well. Most of all, this is I didn't have to ask all wrapped up in a glass of whiskey and a fanged smile. At least this way, he gets something out of it.
It only takes the blink of an eye between them for all of this to bounce around the captain's brain. Letting out a long sigh, he juts a hand out between them. "Magical handcuffs and a personal favour," he reiterates. "And this stays between us."
While they continue to talk shop and Wessex thinks - and thinks some more - Jack runs his tongue along his teeth and keeps on tapping out the rhythm on his glass, slouching in his seat to see what her offer is going to be. Because he begs to differ - it might not be exactly the same as owned by, but he's had the chaotic pleasure of being inside the goddess's mind, even if only for a second. And it smells like burned synapses and spins like the cosmos on a dime, and gods, he wants to do it again.
But then again, this is the Wraith. This is a Tower in flames, this is the red right hand of the Voice, this is biomechanics meets brilliance, and... well. Most of all, this is I didn't have to ask all wrapped up in a glass of whiskey and a fanged smile. At least this way, he gets something out of it.
It only takes the blink of an eye between them for all of this to bounce around the captain's brain. Letting out a long sigh, he juts a hand out between them. "Magical handcuffs and a personal favour," he reiterates. "And this stays between us."
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
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