JACK
"For fuck's sake, Flora," Jack hisses, pinching at the bridge of his nose and looking, for a moment, as if he's going to turn and leave her to it. But of course he doesn't, and the reality of it is because for the man with all the answers, he really has nothing to give when it comes to the question she's asked. Why couldn't he have just let her have that? Is it control, possessiveness, or something he doesn't have a name for because he's never felt it; something with the same wine-dark gaze and casually confident expression that Flora had given him back on the Ark that night?
"Right," he mutters, "but that isn't what I asked." And since the door is still open rather than slamming in his face, the captain takes the opportunity to step across the threshold and click it shut behind him instead. (Likely much to the mixed relief and disappointment to all the twitching curtains outside that had been watching the spectacle). "You," he informs Flora, "are infuriatingly complicated, and stubborn as shit. And I'm not going anywhere." Maybe because, surprise surprise, samesies.
"Right," he mutters, "but that isn't what I asked." And since the door is still open rather than slamming in his face, the captain takes the opportunity to step across the threshold and click it shut behind him instead. (Likely much to the mixed relief and disappointment to all the twitching curtains outside that had been watching the spectacle). "You," he informs Flora, "are infuriatingly complicated, and stubborn as shit. And I'm not going anywhere." Maybe because, surprise surprise, samesies.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
