JACK
"Stop bein' stressed." Now it's Jack's turn to laugh, the sound probably more genuine than anything she'd heard from him before now. "I'll add that to my mornin' mantra, shall I?" Raising his eyebrows and trying hard not to let his smile run away with itself, as Flora produces the compass he's as surprised as he is anything else. But of course, as she's rightly guessed already, he's more than a bit of a bastard.
His hand - cold, clammy, and trembling ever so slightly - clasps around her own, as well as the compass in it, and for a second it looks as though Jack is absolutely going to take it and run. But that second stretches out into two, then five, and then even a few more. Huffing a sigh, he lets Flora go again. "Or," he suggests, gesturing to the boat, "we get in this, and I use whatever magic I've got to get us back to the Ark. The crew will get us to Torchline, and there's fountain water in my cabin."
Narrowing his eyes out at the ship they likely both know he'd never leave, he does glance fleetingly back to Flora. "I'll need your help, though, once we get on deck."
His hand - cold, clammy, and trembling ever so slightly - clasps around her own, as well as the compass in it, and for a second it looks as though Jack is absolutely going to take it and run. But that second stretches out into two, then five, and then even a few more. Huffing a sigh, he lets Flora go again. "Or," he suggests, gesturing to the boat, "we get in this, and I use whatever magic I've got to get us back to the Ark. The crew will get us to Torchline, and there's fountain water in my cabin."
Narrowing his eyes out at the ship they likely both know he'd never leave, he does glance fleetingly back to Flora. "I'll need your help, though, once we get on deck."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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