JACK
"I trust you and your good ideas would have been able to think of somethin'," Jack quips back at Flora, raising his eyebrows across at her and hissing out a laugh under his breath as her thoughts fill with horses, of all things. Deciding not to dignify that with a response, he tucks a hand into his pocket and continues to stroll through the swaying grasses with her, Haulani little more than a glittering cluster of lights in the distance.
"A rarity that you prefer me with my pants on," he drawls, tilting his head to her, before she goes and tries to stuff everything that has happened over the past... days? weeks? seasons? back into a box that has become far too small for it. "We were tired and that's why we didn't talk then. Not because it didn't need to happen." Jack's steps slow, the captain pinning her with a look that suggests they probably ought to do this here and now, in fact, before one or both of them gets too drunk to make good choices.
"You're not a member of my crew," he says. "I don't know what you are. That's what I need to talk about."
"A rarity that you prefer me with my pants on," he drawls, tilting his head to her, before she goes and tries to stuff everything that has happened over the past... days? weeks? seasons? back into a box that has become far too small for it. "We were tired and that's why we didn't talk then. Not because it didn't need to happen." Jack's steps slow, the captain pinning her with a look that suggests they probably ought to do this here and now, in fact, before one or both of them gets too drunk to make good choices.
"You're not a member of my crew," he says. "I don't know what you are. That's what I need to talk about."
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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