#jack morton
Randall: I never thought that Lilith was a innocent girl, but when she went on her first date with Nicole, any suspicion I had of that died.
Jack: Before she went on it she told me ‘by the end of the night I’m going to make sure I know out what my name sounds like when she’s moaning it.’
Jack: I fucking choked on my pretzels from that.
Jack: Hey. Ask me why I love Alyssa.
Some unfortunate Neophyte: Uhhh… Okay? Why do you love Alyssa?
Jack, pulling out a 200 slide PowerPoint presentation and a 23-page poem: I’m so glad you asked—
Alyssa: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Jack: And?
Alyssa:
Jack:
Alyssa: And you are.
Jack: it’s at times like these when i wish i listened to Vera
Alyssa: what did she tell you
Jack: i don’t know, i didn’t listen
Alyssa: *facepalm*
Gabrielle, wanting to be done with this game as soon as possible: Guys, I’m an Imposter vote me out.
Jack: Funny joke, but that wont help us figure out who the imposter is.
Gabrielle: I’m serious. I am voting myself out.
Lilith: Hamish is acting sus.
Alyssa: Its Hamish
(and this continued until everyone voted out everyone else and Gabrielle won without killing anyone.)
Lilith, Hamish, Randall, and Jack: *have another bad and dangerous idea*
Alyssa and Vera, waking up in cold sweat: Something is wrong.
Jack, whispering: Be very quiet. We don’t want Hamish to hear us.
Randall, whispering: I’m trying…
Hamish, in the distance: I can hear you whispering.
Jack, whispering: He can hear us whispering!
Randall, whispering: Let me check if he actually can or he’s playing us. Ahem. Hamish loves Vera.
Hamish, in the distance: You bet love Vera. Wait-
Randall: *jumps out of bush where the were hiding*
Randall: I FUCKING CALLED IT MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Jack, whispering: Oh damn, he can hear us.
[Jack gets shot]
Alyssa: What’s your blood type?
Jack: How would I know?
Alyssa: How would you not?
Jack: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?
Alyssa, so fucking done with Jack’s bs: You don’t know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?
Jack, fresh out of surgery and high on anesthesia because he’s a dumbass and almost died: whoaaaa you’re so beautiful… are you a model?
Alyssa, laughing: yeah no
Jack: who are you? what’s your name?
Alyssa: my name is Alyssa. i’m your girlfriend
Jack: w h o a
Jack: music is just wiggling air
Gabrielle: don’t do this. Don’t do this to me today.
Hamish: and colour is just wiggling light. Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
Gabrielle: ple-
Lilith: artists and musicians are just magicians of the wiggle.
Randall: an artists best quality: their wiggles.
Gabrielle: i’m leaving the pack
Vera: I will need that you and Jack pretend to be dating on the mission, Alyssa.
Alyssa, blushing: I… yeah, ok.
Jack: *trying to hide a smile*
Vera, knowing she’ll regret asking: What’s that, Jack?
Jack: I’ve read enough fanfics to know exactly how it will end.
Vera: Are you working on the spell?
Jack: My book is open, I have a knife in my hand and I’m not about to get up and do something else.
Jack: But no, I’m thinking about the beatles.
Alyssa: I can’t believe we’re stuck in this stupid forest together!
Jack, burning the map: truly unfortunate
Vera: Of course I care about everyone in the order equally.
Hamish: We were attacked while you were away.
Vera: Is Jack okay?!
Randall: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I strong or weak?
Jack: Strong.
Alyssa: Weak.
Lilith: An idiot.
Vera: I hope you all have a verygood explanation for this.
Randall: We have four, actually.
Jack: We couldn’t decide on one.
Lilith: So you can pick your favorite.
Hamish: I’m so sorry about them.
Randall: Hey, it was your idea in all of these!
Sometimes Jake wakes up in the middle of the night. There’s no reason, no nightmare, no hunger. It just is, he wakes and cannot, do not, sleep anymore.
It is during those moments Silverback talks to him. Well, she doesn’t actually talk to him, but it’s close enough, he can feel her moving through his body, in his arms, in his chest, warm like fire.
The first time he was certain he would change. But he didn’t, it was nothing like it. It’s comforting in a way he can’t really understand, and Jack regrets he cannot return the favor.
Silverback shares her secrets with him when he lays awake and the world is asleep. They flash in his mind as if he recalled old memories but he doesn’t, they’re not his, and he then he understands, sees them, the previous champions. The old lady in Renaissance clothes, the chivalrous thief. The sailor’s kid. The greedy knight. And then there’s him, concealed in the middle of all of their recollections and Jack loves it, fancies the way he disappears, is one of a whole, no longer makes a weapon of his grief.
So he talks to her. Laughs heartily as he tells her every joke he knows, smiles with all the world’s care while he shares his childhood tales. Sometimes he can feel his own body rumbling, half a laugh and half howling, and it pleases him to think it’s her way to say thank you.
Jack can see in Lilith’s eyes she approves of it in a thousand ways while Randall looks at him like a madman, and truly, he might just be, but there’s nothing wrong about it if the world is as mad as him.
Still, Randall understands, says nothing. And Hamish, Hamish just smiles, sits next to him and talk to her as if they were old friends. (They are. But Jack doesn’t know this.)
All of this, the hides, the knights, the whatever it is they share, it’s closer to a proper family he has ever been, save for his dead mother and fool of a grandfather, and Jack swears, he isn’t going to let go of them anytime soon, because it’s everything he ever wanted, and possibly more.
