i want to taste you again
Able to smile if only because Flora's interest is absolutely on Safrin's tits (and they should be, honestly), Jack rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Right now the Ark can only fly at night, but the sun's a star. I want to see if she might be able to fly whenever I need her to, but for that I need Safrin's help." Because honestly, Flora, you ought to be jealous of the ship, not the goddess.
"Mmhm," he agrees of her not-quite-verbal assessment of the figurehead. "As true to form as they can be," he says. "Once that image is burned into your mind, it don't go away easy." Especially not when one has occasional 'dreams' about the bare-chested goddess frying his synapses into blissful nothingness. "Now you have something to compliment her about, at least."
"Mmhm," he agrees of her not-quite-verbal assessment of the figurehead. "As true to form as they can be," he says. "Once that image is burned into your mind, it don't go away easy." Especially not when one has occasional 'dreams' about the bare-chested goddess frying his synapses into blissful nothingness. "Now you have something to compliment her about, at least."
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!
