i want to taste you again
Only practice prevents Jack from scrunching his nose at the image in her mind, and instead he directs them up towards the quarterdeck where the Ark's wheel, naturally, is polished from use and shines even in this limited Longheat sunshine. "Well, I need to visit Safrin," he says quietly, "so I reckon I might wanna do that alone until you're better acquainted."
Speaking of which, as Flora slips through her own shallow pool into the depths beneath, Jack can only offer her a raise of an eyebrow, as if he's trying to decide whether she means it or if she's just very good at lying to herself. "C'mere," he says, beckoning her up in front of him. "This ship's figurehead is Safrin, so this is almost like meetin' her." Sure, Jack. Whatever you say.
Speaking of which, as Flora slips through her own shallow pool into the depths beneath, Jack can only offer her a raise of an eyebrow, as if he's trying to decide whether she means it or if she's just very good at lying to herself. "C'mere," he says, beckoning her up in front of him. "This ship's figurehead is Safrin, so this is almost like meetin' her." Sure, Jack. Whatever you say.
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!
