JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Flora focuses on Jack, while the captain (perhaps understandably) is entirely distracted by the overwhelming riot of sound and colour, trying to catch pieces of thought here and there before being forced to let them go. He's about to drag his mental barriers back in place whether or not Flora is finished with her experience of it, when her lips suddenly find their way against his own. To say it's a surprise is an understatement, because Jack is not often taken by surprise, and he finds an arm slipping around the Doubletake's waist quite on autopilot, melting into the unexpected touch.
The cacophony still blares, distracting and painful against the borders of the room, but in the immediate space around them comes the rich crash of Longheat rainfall against leaves and branches, growing tendrils of forest green and cool blue between their bodies. Sandy gold sprays beneath their feet, inlaid with sparks of ultramarine and hairline cracks of silver, and with the reprieve of a different kind of overwhelm, Jack draws Flora more fully against him, calloused fingers roving across her skin and clutching her close.
He might have lied, of course, about her presence managing to block out the thunder of all the others around him, but it isn't the first time he's focused on an individual to block the whole. It just so happens that Flora is very good at it - likely because she knows what she's doing.
The cacophony still blares, distracting and painful against the borders of the room, but in the immediate space around them comes the rich crash of Longheat rainfall against leaves and branches, growing tendrils of forest green and cool blue between their bodies. Sandy gold sprays beneath their feet, inlaid with sparks of ultramarine and hairline cracks of silver, and with the reprieve of a different kind of overwhelm, Jack draws Flora more fully against him, calloused fingers roving across her skin and clutching her close.
He might have lied, of course, about her presence managing to block out the thunder of all the others around him, but it isn't the first time he's focused on an individual to block the whole. It just so happens that Flora is very good at it - likely because she knows what she's doing.
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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