i want to taste you again
"What can I say? I'm just that type of guy," Jack drawls, that type of guy being ruthless and amoral, but it's alright. Flora doesn't need to know that, and the golden shimmer of her thoughts against the backdrop of caution and panic makes them all the shinier for it. Watching the glitter of her fingers along the railing, the captain scoffs out a laugh under his breath that might easily be misconstrued as jealousy doing the trick (rather than the amusement of her attempt).
"In my experience, love, if you gotta go find a messenger or a courier, you may as well have done the job yourself," he remarks. Especially if, as she rightly muses, time is beginning to grow very short for all of them. "What's he bringin' to you anyway?" he wants to know, already angling to make his way back to the Ark, since that's where the conversation is pulling them anyway.
Raising his eyebrows and glancing over his shoulder at her, Jack gives her a slow look up and down, as if making sure every curve gets his attention, and finally offers out his arm. "How could I possibly say no?" he purrs. "The Ark can work just as well as portals, by the by. If you ever wanted a ride."
"In my experience, love, if you gotta go find a messenger or a courier, you may as well have done the job yourself," he remarks. Especially if, as she rightly muses, time is beginning to grow very short for all of them. "What's he bringin' to you anyway?" he wants to know, already angling to make his way back to the Ark, since that's where the conversation is pulling them anyway.
Raising his eyebrows and glancing over his shoulder at her, Jack gives her a slow look up and down, as if making sure every curve gets his attention, and finally offers out his arm. "How could I possibly say no?" he purrs. "The Ark can work just as well as portals, by the by. If you ever wanted a ride."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
