JACK
"Oh, that's right - there were monsters'n shit hangin' around there at Longnight, right?" Jack had heard as much - and no, there's not even so much as a sorry for the loss that seemed to drape itself around the Grounds. Not a reputation any place wanted to carry, the captain imagines, but when you've got cheerleaders like Melita singing its praises, it's no surprise it's hard to shake off.
"Fingers crossed. You can pay your respects there or whatever, at least," he drawls. And because he's finished with the line of stitches he's been working on - and also finished with Melita's insistence on hoovering up his good mood - he flings the finished garment at her, hoping it lands over her head. "There," he says. "Could run that up our main mast now an' it'd sail."
"Fingers crossed. You can pay your respects there or whatever, at least," he drawls. And because he's finished with the line of stitches he's been working on - and also finished with Melita's insistence on hoovering up his good mood - he flings the finished garment at her, hoping it lands over her head. "There," he says. "Could run that up our main mast now an' it'd sail."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
