JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"For a while," Jack punctuates, letting the bottle slip between his fingers with relative ease, which says everything about the blood-to-whiskey ratio in his system. "Always for a while." Never for good. Sunjata had been the same, and Jack had arguably revealed more of his hand to the Flood than to any of Torchline's other leaders, for all the good it had done.
Her thoughts spike at him, breaking through his brewing pity party, and it's with a sudden reproachful glint in his blue eyes that he gazes across at the Doubletake. "Then do something, Flora," he says quietly. He doesn't know quite why the thought of her packing her bags and leaving riles him up so much - maybe that petty determination is starting to leak into his own mindset - but he's very keen to keep her on Torchline's beaches all of a sudden.
Her thoughts spike at him, breaking through his brewing pity party, and it's with a sudden reproachful glint in his blue eyes that he gazes across at the Doubletake. "Then do something, Flora," he says quietly. He doesn't know quite why the thought of her packing her bags and leaving riles him up so much - maybe that petty determination is starting to leak into his own mindset - but he's very keen to keep her on Torchline's beaches all of a sudden.
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!
