— Jacĸ.

▪ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏsᴛ ▪ ʀᴏᴛɢ ▪ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ▪ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ / ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ “ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛʏ ʟɪsᴛ —?“

Using his legs to hang upside-down from a tree. Just... chilling.

/ i might turn this into a writer acc. i dunno yet, though

Jack always felt a need to prove himself; defend himself. If the opportunity arose, he’d take the bait. “Wow,” he mused spitefully, “— were you a poet in your past life?”

Snapping that icy gaze right up. That one hit a nerve, almost brought the choking feeling back to him; lungs tensing and skin chilling. “Maybe you should find out,” he fired back, masking himself with challenge.

Don’t tempt him. He hates the heat. “— rather melt.” A lie, really.

S o b b i n g ,,, “.. it’s so ( hot ).”

Leaning against his staff. “How’s it goin’?”

Throws a peace sign. He’s tapping out. “Goodnight, world.”

Jack’s stubborn enough to prove him wrong just to make a point.

He’d rather not accept it as a truth.

Yawn. He’s exhausted. Time for a quick nap.

Jack caught that look, which only made him ( more ) determined. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find one.” There it was again, that arrogant grin.

That smirk only grew. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the unwillingness and anxiety. He’d ease that, Soon enough. “First thing first, We need a pond.”

/ one of these days jack is gonna snap on everyone and pitch will reGRET BEINF BORN

Jack titled his head to one side, lips pursed thoughtfully. “If you’re so sure, let me make it snow in june.” A challenge, blue gaze glittering with mischief.

jack: h— em: I DONT FOLLOW RULES!!!! I CAN BE FUN JUST YOU WAIT.

“Rules stifle fun, you know. Trust the expert on this one.” A lithe arm nudged the woman in return, mirroring her action before peppered brows furrowed. “Come on, you’ve been too uptight. Let ( loose ) for once!”

Well. Now he’s sad. Thanks, Satan.