JACK
"Maybe. I think I could pull off a pair of glasses," Jack rumbles, his eyes already closed from his position sprawled on his back in bed, arms tucked under his head against the pillows. It's less a choice and more because he couldn't keep his eyes open if he tried, and only the soft paintstrokes of Flora's thoughts let him pinpoint her vague location in his room.
He hums his agreement about the temperature - in Longheat, in Torchline, it's fucking stifling in the room already, and where it's usually a matter of little more than a thought for the captain to keep a soft, ambient breeze going, for right now, sweat is already starting to bead on his forehead. Even so, there's no objection at all as Flora sinks onto the bed and clambers over him; Jack barely even stirs.
"Did you think I'd just be uncomfortable on purpose?" he asks with a faint smirk; plywood and starchy sheets indeed.
They'll never know how the captain feels about cuddling in this exact moment, alas - see above about the heat. But he's certainly not averse to the Doubletake beside him, and as her voice parts the air once more, he blinks open his eyes to glance across at her. "I'm glad you are too," he mutters. "Not that it's any thanks to me." Gods, if Team Taliesin hadn't turned up, they'd have all been fucking dead. It's a reminder that has something cold and steely growing in the pit of Jack's gut; a quiet vow not to find himself caught in such a position again.
He hums his agreement about the temperature - in Longheat, in Torchline, it's fucking stifling in the room already, and where it's usually a matter of little more than a thought for the captain to keep a soft, ambient breeze going, for right now, sweat is already starting to bead on his forehead. Even so, there's no objection at all as Flora sinks onto the bed and clambers over him; Jack barely even stirs.
"Did you think I'd just be uncomfortable on purpose?" he asks with a faint smirk; plywood and starchy sheets indeed.
They'll never know how the captain feels about cuddling in this exact moment, alas - see above about the heat. But he's certainly not averse to the Doubletake beside him, and as her voice parts the air once more, he blinks open his eyes to glance across at her. "I'm glad you are too," he mutters. "Not that it's any thanks to me." Gods, if Team Taliesin hadn't turned up, they'd have all been fucking dead. It's a reminder that has something cold and steely growing in the pit of Jack's gut; a quiet vow not to find himself caught in such a position again.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
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