JACK
"Mm, both of us can ask questions, though. You just assume you won't get any answers," Jack says off-handedly, his blue eyes narrowed out at the stars racing by overhead and all around them. "Which, given how many cards of mine are in your hand, is somethin' of a surprise." Not that the captain is complaining, and if it weren't for the fact that he literally knows better (ding ding, mindreader), he'd think Flora was just being respectful.
She takes the spyglass and steps away, though, and as she peers through it, she might feel the warmth of the captain's jacket land over her shoulders a second or two later, followed by guiding hands against her fingers and a stubbled cheek pressed against her own as Jack tries to navigate. "...Just there, I think," he mutters, keeping the spyglass still as the sails drop somewhat to slow The Ark in her voyage.
It might take a few minutes, but perhaps Flora will see a few of the stars moving in ways that resemble the grace and buoyancy of starwhales; a small pod to be sure, but they dance through the cosmos just the same.
She takes the spyglass and steps away, though, and as she peers through it, she might feel the warmth of the captain's jacket land over her shoulders a second or two later, followed by guiding hands against her fingers and a stubbled cheek pressed against her own as Jack tries to navigate. "...Just there, I think," he mutters, keeping the spyglass still as the sails drop somewhat to slow The Ark in her voyage.
It might take a few minutes, but perhaps Flora will see a few of the stars moving in ways that resemble the grace and buoyancy of starwhales; a small pod to be sure, but they dance through the cosmos just the same.
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
- Click for The Ark!
