JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Exactly," Jack drawls in response to Flora's thoughts this time - the dark threads of ice crimson that paint the world with the Doubletake's ambitions, with Torchline in her name and its people at her feet. Letting out a long sigh that's irritated only because of how new all of this is to the captain and his inherently prickly nature, he glances sidelong at her as she turns and sits to face him. And, reluctant though it might be, Jack shifts to look at her as well, as if to put them on equal footing in this if nothing else.
Still, as she speaks the captain has to stop himself from biting at the inside of his cheek or his tongue in an effort to say nothing at all - not in response to her words or her thoughts. Because the broken parts of Flora are laid bare to his magic, and the broken parts of himself are buried deep enough that even Jack can't look at or admit to them, and he isn't about to play therapist with her here and now. Besides, as she's already said, she knows what this is and what this isn't.
She also knows his secret, and holds the strings to his empire in her manicured fist - and is well aware of that fact, too.
"How this works, is you tell me what you want, an' I make it happen." In whatever capacity Flora decides - it's as frighteningly simple as that. Jack has put a leash around his neck and handed it to the Doubletake without realising it until it was too late.
Still, as she speaks the captain has to stop himself from biting at the inside of his cheek or his tongue in an effort to say nothing at all - not in response to her words or her thoughts. Because the broken parts of Flora are laid bare to his magic, and the broken parts of himself are buried deep enough that even Jack can't look at or admit to them, and he isn't about to play therapist with her here and now. Besides, as she's already said, she knows what this is and what this isn't.
She also knows his secret, and holds the strings to his empire in her manicured fist - and is well aware of that fact, too.
"How this works, is you tell me what you want, an' I make it happen." In whatever capacity Flora decides - it's as frighteningly simple as that. Jack has put a leash around his neck and handed it to the Doubletake without realising it until it was too late.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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