i want to taste you again
It's like they're watching each other from two sides of a bridge, Jack thinks, shouting across it such that their meaning and their points are lost in the distance. Because for all that he can hear the things Flora says and the things she doesn't, can feel the intimate twisting of her heartstrings, the yawning terror of watching death and destruction marching on into the endless night... Jack doesn't understand it. Can't understand it, perhaps, having been forged from a different sort of metal than the warm, molten sunshine that makes up Flora's being.
"She said immortal. She didn't say invincible," he points out quietly, shrugging his shoulders. "You might get lucky - I might get stabbed in the back the week after I finish the quest, and it'll all have been for nothing. Besides," and it's a dangerous line to walk with Flora in particular, but Jack does it anyway, "if mortality is somethin' to be so coveted, no one would ever try an' cheat death." No messages from the beyond, no meetings with departed loved ones, no rolling the dice for more time, as had happened with so many people in Caido.
As for the same tired stories, he doesn't try to articulate that. It isn't something he believes she can understand, never having let another person's mind blur into her own like a watercolour. Besides, suddenly she's asking him why, and he gently frowns, like it should be obvious. "Yours is my favourite head to be in," he tells her, perhaps a little more honestly than he ought to. Flora is comfortable and unexpected, kind and steel-sharp and vibrant. Fireworks, he'd once said, and that hasn't changed.
Gritting his teeth and shifting to try to get his knees beneath him, it's a long way to get himself upright, but Jack no longer feels as though he's going to throw up about it. Small mercies.
"She said immortal. She didn't say invincible," he points out quietly, shrugging his shoulders. "You might get lucky - I might get stabbed in the back the week after I finish the quest, and it'll all have been for nothing. Besides," and it's a dangerous line to walk with Flora in particular, but Jack does it anyway, "if mortality is somethin' to be so coveted, no one would ever try an' cheat death." No messages from the beyond, no meetings with departed loved ones, no rolling the dice for more time, as had happened with so many people in Caido.
As for the same tired stories, he doesn't try to articulate that. It isn't something he believes she can understand, never having let another person's mind blur into her own like a watercolour. Besides, suddenly she's asking him why, and he gently frowns, like it should be obvious. "Yours is my favourite head to be in," he tells her, perhaps a little more honestly than he ought to. Flora is comfortable and unexpected, kind and steel-sharp and vibrant. Fireworks, he'd once said, and that hasn't changed.
Gritting his teeth and shifting to try to get his knees beneath him, it's a long way to get himself upright, but Jack no longer feels as though he's going to throw up about it. Small mercies.
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!
