JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Gods, and whether knowingly or otherwise, Flora's imagination is one of the things that has always kept the captain coming back for more. Now, of course, she's more than aware of how to wield a weapon like that, and she'll feel the way his hand tightens around her hips and his breath stutters ever so slightly against her throat. Jack, of course, will get off to whatever gets Flora off, and the pictures she paints are exquisite to say the least.
So much so that it's only once it's too late that the captain realises he's put a hairline crack in his whiskey glass, Jack withdrawing enough to glance at it through hazy eyes. Huffing out a laugh that's as surprised as it is anything else, he knocks the rest of the drink back in one and sighs out the burn of the liquor, tilting his head back up at the Doubletake as if to say well?
So much so that it's only once it's too late that the captain realises he's put a hairline crack in his whiskey glass, Jack withdrawing enough to glance at it through hazy eyes. Huffing out a laugh that's as surprised as it is anything else, he knocks the rest of the drink back in one and sighs out the burn of the liquor, tilting his head back up at the Doubletake as if to say well?
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
- Click for The Ark!
