full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
"Of course not," Jack says with a sly scoff, rolling his shoulder in a shrug. "But the question you really need to ask is whether you're faster than I am. Especially given how much you seem to enjoy mentionin' it." Could he hamstring her before her knife got close, and would the loss of concentration mean the blade never completed its trajectory? Who knows, really.
But then suddenly she's dropping down to be eye level with him, and he isn't sure whether he likes this new position. Somehow looking up (or down) at her is better than being on an equal playing field (and yes Jack, that absolutely says more about you than it does anyone else).
He's smiling again to hear her question - or more specifically, to hear the thoughts that fuel it - the captain leaning in close without actually touching her. "You have no idea," he whispers. Which, if you look at it properly, is neither a yes nor a no. But here we are.
But then suddenly she's dropping down to be eye level with him, and he isn't sure whether he likes this new position. Somehow looking up (or down) at her is better than being on an equal playing field (and yes Jack, that absolutely says more about you than it does anyone else).
He's smiling again to hear her question - or more specifically, to hear the thoughts that fuel it - the captain leaning in close without actually touching her. "You have no idea," he whispers. Which, if you look at it properly, is neither a yes nor a no. But here we are.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
