JACK
"You should've," Jack agrees with a smirk, his voice muffled around another drag on his smoke. "It's what I'd've done." What he'd have done if she'd asked him to, as well. But it's proof of Torchline's beigeness that this time around merely hearing Jack's support wasn't enough to get the candidacy decided. (That's his humble interpretation of things, anyway).
Humming nonchalantly regarding her mystical Accepted status, the captain tosses the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushes it underfoot. "Alas, some of us were just born tainted, I guess," he drawls, and as if responding to his words, the tide before them merely refuses to go back out thanks to his water manipulation.
"Might be elephants up there. You dunno," he says petulantly, before sighing out the last few days on a final, clean breath, and rolling his shoulders. "Guess it's back to hard work for me," he mutters. "An' perhaps the odd assistance from a lady who can call gods?"
Humming nonchalantly regarding her mystical Accepted status, the captain tosses the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushes it underfoot. "Alas, some of us were just born tainted, I guess," he drawls, and as if responding to his words, the tide before them merely refuses to go back out thanks to his water manipulation.
"Might be elephants up there. You dunno," he says petulantly, before sighing out the last few days on a final, clean breath, and rolling his shoulders. "Guess it's back to hard work for me," he mutters. "An' perhaps the odd assistance from a lady who can call gods?"
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
- Click for The Ark!
