JACK
While Jack disagrees, he certainly doesn't say as much to Flora, especially given that she's kind enough to almost make it sound as though people would want to be around the captain for reasons that aren't transactional. (And that, he knows, is absolutely not true for the vast majority of the people he interacts with on a daily basis). So he lets her have that one, even as he wrinkles his nose in response to her raised brow, her casual shrug. Come on now, Flora - what's life without a few occupational hazards?
Anyway.
Not disliking the imagery of a reverse black widow, even if it's nonetheless not how things had panned out with Eloise, Jack nods his slow confirmation about her succinct overview of what had happened. "It really was," he agrees, before raising a brow as he's nudged and glancing up to give the Doubletake his full attention.
Were it even a few weeks ago, her admission, soft and sincere though it might be, would have brought a cynical laugh to the captain's lips. Now, though, he can run his fingers through the layers of thought and feeling and find nothing but truth between them. And even as it's his turn to find a question - why? - burning on his tongue, Jack's hands are drawing Flora down to meet him.
His kiss is not the sort Flora might have been expecting from her evening - it's not the sloppy, impassioned sort of thing stolen from against walls or in the doorway of taverns - and its slow sweetness is something even the captain doesn't fully understand. Nevertheless, it's the sort of quiet thanks that needs no grand speeches or gestures to interpret.
Anyway.
Not disliking the imagery of a reverse black widow, even if it's nonetheless not how things had panned out with Eloise, Jack nods his slow confirmation about her succinct overview of what had happened. "It really was," he agrees, before raising a brow as he's nudged and glancing up to give the Doubletake his full attention.
Were it even a few weeks ago, her admission, soft and sincere though it might be, would have brought a cynical laugh to the captain's lips. Now, though, he can run his fingers through the layers of thought and feeling and find nothing but truth between them. And even as it's his turn to find a question - why? - burning on his tongue, Jack's hands are drawing Flora down to meet him.
His kiss is not the sort Flora might have been expecting from her evening - it's not the sloppy, impassioned sort of thing stolen from against walls or in the doorway of taverns - and its slow sweetness is something even the captain doesn't fully understand. Nevertheless, it's the sort of quiet thanks that needs no grand speeches or gestures to interpret.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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