JACK
"You can't really believe that." Not don't, because clearly Flora does believe it, but the captain's raise of his eyebrows suggests that he's still having a hard time with it. Raking both hands through his hair now, he tries to arrange his own zig-zagging thoughts at the same time as his magic automatically tries to parse through the puzzle pieces of Flora's mind.
"Fuck, sometimes I wish you could just--" Gesturing vaguely at himself, at the space between them, it's a very rare thing indeed for Jack to admit it would be easier if the Doubletake could just read his mind. Alas, here they are, messy and one-sided as it is.
"And?" he echoes, letting his hands drop. "You've no idea the things you could be, the shit you could accomplish. You don't even let yourself believe it." He scoffs. Jack knows, though - of course he does - and it's both why he keeps finding himself in Flora's orbit, and also why he'll as likely ruin her as he will lift her up towards her goals.
Letting out a long sigh and straightening up, the captain forces the tension from his shoulders, forces his mind into a sea of calculated calm. "You're tellin' me you'd be happy, then? Lovin' me, havin' me slip home at all hours with blood on my hands and a price on my head, knowin' I don't know how to give you what you need in return?" It isn't a matter of being incapable, because Jack might be functionally immortal now, but he's always been human, however deeply buried that core of him might be.
But having never having been given love to understand how to hand it back out, it will be a messy and dirty learning curve with no guarantee of any success, and every chance of combustion and failure. And he doesn't know that Flora knows that.
"Fuck, sometimes I wish you could just--" Gesturing vaguely at himself, at the space between them, it's a very rare thing indeed for Jack to admit it would be easier if the Doubletake could just read his mind. Alas, here they are, messy and one-sided as it is.
"And?" he echoes, letting his hands drop. "You've no idea the things you could be, the shit you could accomplish. You don't even let yourself believe it." He scoffs. Jack knows, though - of course he does - and it's both why he keeps finding himself in Flora's orbit, and also why he'll as likely ruin her as he will lift her up towards her goals.
Letting out a long sigh and straightening up, the captain forces the tension from his shoulders, forces his mind into a sea of calculated calm. "You're tellin' me you'd be happy, then? Lovin' me, havin' me slip home at all hours with blood on my hands and a price on my head, knowin' I don't know how to give you what you need in return?" It isn't a matter of being incapable, because Jack might be functionally immortal now, but he's always been human, however deeply buried that core of him might be.
But having never having been given love to understand how to hand it back out, it will be a messy and dirty learning curve with no guarantee of any success, and every chance of combustion and failure. And he doesn't know that Flora knows that.
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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