JACK
Accepting the rum and uncapping it to take a long swig from the bottle - he'd not allowed himself to get as drunk as the patrons of the Hanged Man who were in celebration of Flora's generosity, and he thinks he deserves at least this one drink - Jack hands it back to the Doubletake in silence. Whatever she might think of him, the captain is careful to shrug it off if only because fuck if this hasn't been a long night for him as well at this point, and when he reaches for Flora, it might be a surprise to them both that it isn't to pull her into a kiss or to sweep her off to her bedroom to forget the past few hours, but to draw her into his arms and against his chest.
"I'm shit at this," he tells her, voice pitched low, "because like you say, I'm a callous bastard, and no one ever showed me how." What's that saying, about silver spoons and learning to lick love off of knives? "I could learn, though, with a half decent teacher." Perhaps the best and worst part of all of this is that it could be a very, very well crafted manipulation on the captain's part, to lay pieces of himself bare for Flora's examination. Alas, not even Jack can be sure of it.
"I'm shit at this," he tells her, voice pitched low, "because like you say, I'm a callous bastard, and no one ever showed me how." What's that saying, about silver spoons and learning to lick love off of knives? "I could learn, though, with a half decent teacher." Perhaps the best and worst part of all of this is that it could be a very, very well crafted manipulation on the captain's part, to lay pieces of himself bare for Flora's examination. Alas, not even Jack can be sure of it.
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!
