i want to taste you again
Guided wherever she wants him with only the softest of touches, to say that Jack is untethered to the world wouldn't be far wrong. The only anchor he can find in the dark is Flora, in her thoughts as much as her gentle hands, and he glances up towards her face through eyes that are glazed and red-rimmed. "No, I don't..." I don't think I did do it. He doesn't believe, either, that Safrin is ever gone even for a second, though as the moments stretch out where he isn't forced to make room for the cosmos in his mind, it gets a fraction easier.
Soft fabric wipes at his face, the captain closing his eyes and leaning into it; he leans, too, into the wine, the candlelight, the pearls glimmering in the dark, drawn inexorably to the images in her mind.
Like fireflies.
Gritting his teeth and groaning out a curse or two as the world tries to crowd in, empty as the night as it might be, Jack shifts as if to press his head against Flora's shoulder, an action that will undoubtedly leave more smudges of red and pink on her sweater. "She knew what I really wanted."
Soft fabric wipes at his face, the captain closing his eyes and leaning into it; he leans, too, into the wine, the candlelight, the pearls glimmering in the dark, drawn inexorably to the images in her mind.
Like fireflies.
Gritting his teeth and groaning out a curse or two as the world tries to crowd in, empty as the night as it might be, Jack shifts as if to press his head against Flora's shoulder, an action that will undoubtedly leave more smudges of red and pink on her sweater. "She knew what I really wanted."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
