JACK
Scrunching his nose as if he might ward off the affection Flora claims as her victory, Jack is happy to leave all the sails as dead in the air as any ship on a becalmed sea, so long as he can keep drinking in her rose-hued thoughts. Indeed, his hands have already begun to wander to places not entirely considered appropriate for their standing on deck in public, his lips drifting towards her neck, only for a shard of clear-cut focus to have him pausing to listen, to watch through Flora's eyes.
"You think you can skip down there and distract the guy enough to separate 'em?" he asks, his breath warm against her skin. "He's nervous - he's not the one in charge here." Apparently Jack's assumption of the woman being the real problem of the duo is correct, and he only needs her accomplice distracted for a few minutes so he can deal with the woman herself.
"You think you can skip down there and distract the guy enough to separate 'em?" he asks, his breath warm against her skin. "He's nervous - he's not the one in charge here." Apparently Jack's assumption of the woman being the real problem of the duo is correct, and he only needs her accomplice distracted for a few minutes so he can deal with the woman herself.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
