good for nothing

i want to taste you again

Raising his eyebrows at the unspoken list, Flora isn't the only one able to allow herself a little levity at the situation. "Good ideas - some I hadn't even considered," he admits with a gentle bow of his head. "That's the thing, though - I can still have all that, now I've got time to play with it." Providing, of course, he can complete his tasks before he grows old and decrepit. Jack doesn't intend to age a year more than he has now, luckily, and so his aim is to stand in front of Safrin before Deepfrost and call it done.

Scoffing - demigods, indeed - Jack had been assuming, perhaps foolishly, that there were others out there who had committed themselves to the deities of the world to remain as a snapshot in time. Those who had already seen wars upon wars, who strolled through the world as ancient Attuned or ageless Accepted. Jack hasn't come across any yet, not as far as his telepathy can tell, but that doesn't mean they couldn't exist.

He doesn't ask why it feels different - he isn't sure Flora would even be able to say, right now - but the captain does glance around as her arm settles around his middle, fastening her to his side. Relaxing despite himself and letting his own arm land about her shoulders, Jack gives her a grateful nod. "Thanks. It's a long way to shore."

like a secret or a sin

JACK