[ Jas is not worldly in the truest sense of the world. his experience extends from the edges of Britain to the fringe of Africa, the planks of the ship he grabbed as his own and the life lessons it has taught him. all else comes from the pages of books and the flourish of his own imagination. perhaps others would be more skeptical, being whisked away to a magical land filled with wonder and promise—
but James Matthew has been seeking magic for a long time now. of all men, women and children to be snatched by the fairy folk, his kidnapping would have been simple, because on the cusp of sleep he has dreamed of such marvels.
he isn't disappointed.
the feast is as grand as anything Shakespeare could have dreamed up, and the glitter in Jas' eye tells of great glee— though whether this is to the benefit of those around him or not, it's difficult to tell from the mischievous quirk of his lips. this isn't his Island, he knows because that place is naked and his to rule, once he gets there, but Jas is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. this is an adventure in it's own right.
he swaggers along the tables not like a boy who has been coaxed here, but as though he owns them, and the dark curls of his long hair swing against his shoulder as he leans over whomever might be seated to pick a golden apple right off the table. ]
What do you think? [ he engages conversationally ] Are we like Persephone, that in eating a morsel of this feast we will be trapped here for ever?
king jas | cpt hook; adventures of a notorious youth
[ Jas is not worldly in the truest sense of the world. his experience extends from the edges of Britain to the fringe of Africa, the planks of the ship he grabbed as his own and the life lessons it has taught him. all else comes from the pages of books and the flourish of his own imagination. perhaps others would be more skeptical, being whisked away to a magical land filled with wonder and promise—
but James Matthew has been seeking magic for a long time now. of all men, women and children to be snatched by the fairy folk, his kidnapping would have been simple, because on the cusp of sleep he has dreamed of such marvels.
he isn't disappointed.
the feast is as grand as anything Shakespeare could have dreamed up, and the glitter in Jas' eye tells of great glee— though whether this is to the benefit of those around him or not, it's difficult to tell from the mischievous quirk of his lips. this isn't his Island, he knows because that place is naked and his to rule, once he gets there, but Jas is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. this is an adventure in it's own right.
he swaggers along the tables not like a boy who has been coaxed here, but as though he owns them, and the dark curls of his long hair swing against his shoulder as he leans over whomever might be seated to pick a golden apple right off the table. ]
What do you think? [ he engages conversationally ] Are we like Persephone, that in eating a morsel of this feast we will be trapped here for ever?