i want to taste you again
It's with numb fingers that Jack belatedly grabs at the blanket to clutch it further around him, the captain dazed and uncertain even in the face of all that had just happened and all that he'd admitted to Flora. It's such that the cascade of her thoughts, in the silence that ticks by between them, slowly start to make sense, to arrange themselves into an order where his magic can organise it all.
"She told me to say it," he mumbles, on the subject of love and whether he has any to give to anyone, even a goddess. "I wasn't in a position to refuse." And he really might have meant it at the time, though one could argue that any love given on the precipice of insanity can't really be called true.
His soul, though - there's no question about that. Better for Safrin to keep it, though, than Mort.
"It'll be a few minutes," he says in response to her comment. (Understatement of the century). "It wasn't exactly an enjoyable meeting." Not like those he's had with Flora, for instance, though he doubts she's in a position to care about it.
"She told me to say it," he mumbles, on the subject of love and whether he has any to give to anyone, even a goddess. "I wasn't in a position to refuse." And he really might have meant it at the time, though one could argue that any love given on the precipice of insanity can't really be called true.
His soul, though - there's no question about that. Better for Safrin to keep it, though, than Mort.
"It'll be a few minutes," he says in response to her comment. (Understatement of the century). "It wasn't exactly an enjoyable meeting." Not like those he's had with Flora, for instance, though he doubts she's in a position to care about it.
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!
