good for nothing

i want to taste you again

"I feel like that's more your father's arena," Jack drawls in response. And if their conversation wasn't about to take such a turn, he'd quite like to know why Remi isn't trying to get his dead son back with as much determination as Flora, if the Doubletake even knows the answer. This is exactly why he doesn't put any stock in family - which, as it happens, leads perfectly into their next agenda item.

Of all the things he'd expected Flora to faint about, Jack can safely say this hadn't been one of them. And though he perhaps tries to catch her - instinct, not chivalry, let's get it right - the good captain is in no state to hold his own weight, let alone hers as well, and with the briefest of attempts at balance, down he goes as well.

"Flora--" Cut off by the ground, Jack grunts out a curse and does his best to right himself enough to check the state of Torchline's queen. I did say you'd be upset, he almost mutters, before promptly thinking better of it and trying to shake off the clamouring of her thoughts as they gather around him like church bells. Reaching out to give her cheek a sharp tap, the captain's hands are fringed with the smallest amount of frost, as if the temperature might help.

like a secret or a sin

JACK