[ it’s far from surprising, elsa’s description of the church’s clergy. jack may not be particularly inclined towards religion these days — hadn’t been, really, since his eighteen birthday. but, his catholic upbringing had supplied him with more than enough knowledge of the way these things tended to function, information that will likely be a boon in the coming days. ]
Oh, sure, sure. I can do that. [ he offers her a smile, all too pleased with the assurance that he’ll be of help right away. ] I’ll have a look at the church schedule tomorrow morning, see if I can’t attend a few of the services. That should give me a few opportunities to talk to people, see what they’re all like.
[ granted, he’s not so sure that he won’t face some trouble in taking them. it’s always a bit of a gamble, whether or not his accent and unmistakable air of foreignness is going to attract the wrong sort of attention in isolated little american towns like this. had jack still possessed any modicum of shame after a little over two decades of waking up naked in strange places every month, he might have even balked at the idea of playing humble new convert for the clergymen and congregation alike, no matter how vital it was that he do so.
but, as it is, he isn’t so bothered by the idea of swallowing what little remains of his pride, especially if it’s going to keep innocent people from getting hurt.
for a few moments more, jack studies the laminated menu in front of him, attempting to quickly calculate which of the restaurant’s offerings was going to get him the most to eat without being inordinately expensive. at length, however, he finds himself unable to resist sneaking another glance at elsa across the way — and, entirely by either coincidence or accident or both, locking his own gaze with hers.
had he been asked at the time, he’d hardly have been able to say exactly why it was that his heart nearly skips a beat as their eyes meets. just briefly, his mind’s eye conjures hazy, fleeting images of flashing light and bloodied corpses, of fear and pain and frenzied desperation — and the same dark, fathomless eyes that watch him now, filled with equal measures of sheer terror and compassion, gazing up at him amidst it all.
it’s only when elsa looks away that the spell abruptly breaks and before jack has time to contemplate any of it, she’s moved on. ]
Oh, I — ah. [ if his cheeks weren’t burning before, they certainly are now, forcing him to duck his head under the pretense of looking over her suggestion. ay, god — he really must look like a mess, if it’s that obvious that he’s been neglecting himself all day. ] Are you sure? I mean — I wouldn’t want to be a burden on your wallet.
[ no sooner have the words left his mouth than he realizes exactly how absurd they sound being spoken to a woman who was now in possession of what was no doubt an ungodly amount of money. but, even that knowledge doesn’t make him feel much better about taking advantage of her, especially considering that she was, in all likelihood, more than familiar with a werewolf’s physiology.
… then again, he does have to remind himself that this is the same woman who had been insistent upon his getting a decent night’s rest the night before. it’s probably just that same practicality driving her now. ]
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Oh, sure, sure. I can do that. [ he offers her a smile, all too pleased with the assurance that he’ll be of help right away. ] I’ll have a look at the church schedule tomorrow morning, see if I can’t attend a few of the services. That should give me a few opportunities to talk to people, see what they’re all like.
[ granted, he’s not so sure that he won’t face some trouble in taking them. it’s always a bit of a gamble, whether or not his accent and unmistakable air of foreignness is going to attract the wrong sort of attention in isolated little american towns like this. had jack still possessed any modicum of shame after a little over two decades of waking up naked in strange places every month, he might have even balked at the idea of playing humble new convert for the clergymen and congregation alike, no matter how vital it was that he do so.
but, as it is, he isn’t so bothered by the idea of swallowing what little remains of his pride, especially if it’s going to keep innocent people from getting hurt.
for a few moments more, jack studies the laminated menu in front of him, attempting to quickly calculate which of the restaurant’s offerings was going to get him the most to eat without being inordinately expensive. at length, however, he finds himself unable to resist sneaking another glance at elsa across the way — and, entirely by either coincidence or accident or both, locking his own gaze with hers.
had he been asked at the time, he’d hardly have been able to say exactly why it was that his heart nearly skips a beat as their eyes meets. just briefly, his mind’s eye conjures hazy, fleeting images of flashing light and bloodied corpses, of fear and pain and frenzied desperation — and the same dark, fathomless eyes that watch him now, filled with equal measures of sheer terror and compassion, gazing up at him amidst it all.
it’s only when elsa looks away that the spell abruptly breaks and before jack has time to contemplate any of it, she’s moved on. ]
Oh, I — ah. [ if his cheeks weren’t burning before, they certainly are now, forcing him to duck his head under the pretense of looking over her suggestion. ay, god — he really must look like a mess, if it’s that obvious that he’s been neglecting himself all day. ] Are you sure? I mean — I wouldn’t want to be a burden on your wallet.
[ no sooner have the words left his mouth than he realizes exactly how absurd they sound being spoken to a woman who was now in possession of what was no doubt an ungodly amount of money. but, even that knowledge doesn’t make him feel much better about taking advantage of her, especially considering that she was, in all likelihood, more than familiar with a werewolf’s physiology.
… then again, he does have to remind himself that this is the same woman who had been insistent upon his getting a decent night’s rest the night before. it’s probably just that same practicality driving her now. ]