JACK
There's more where that comes from. Or there would be, if Jack wasn't distracted by the hunk of wood aimed at his chest. "Oi!" he growls, the wood bouncing off him and falling harmlessly into the blankets in his lap. It's not that he actually feels it, but more the principle of the thing. Aurelia is that exquisite brand of what the fuck that has the audacity to barge into his rooms and cause (yes, cause) trinkets to go scattering from shelves and onto the floor.
"You've got ten seconds to explain before I get another turn at this." He waves the bottle at her, a mark already starting to bloom against his skin where she's managed to hit him in turn. His blue eyes flick between the thing on the desk and her face, and even groggy and undoubtedly naked beneath the sheets, the captain manages to look ready to murder someone.
"You've got ten seconds to explain before I get another turn at this." He waves the bottle at her, a mark already starting to bloom against his skin where she's managed to hit him in turn. His blue eyes flick between the thing on the desk and her face, and even groggy and undoubtedly naked beneath the sheets, the captain manages to look ready to murder someone.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
