JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Yeah," Jack agrees, smirking without opening his eyes. Her thoughts flow through him like a watercolour, each emotion bleeding into the next, some blending into something new entirely, and he clutches onto it like a man adrift at sea grabbing a raft. He'd also settle for a bit of chaos - or a lot of chaos, depending on the flavour of it all - and while he's still not sure Torchline is the sort of place that has a queen, if Flora wants to play at the role, he'll still prop up her government.
Humming a hearty agreement, Jack cracks open an eye to glance across at her, melting into her couch much like the wounded ruffian he is, with no thought about the attractiveness of his posture. "Sail away for good?" he murmurs, wrinkling his nose. "Fuck no. Torchline's been mine since I first sailed her perimeter. Ain't gonna let it go."
Humming a hearty agreement, Jack cracks open an eye to glance across at her, melting into her couch much like the wounded ruffian he is, with no thought about the attractiveness of his posture. "Sail away for good?" he murmurs, wrinkling his nose. "Fuck no. Torchline's been mine since I first sailed her perimeter. Ain't gonna let it go."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
