JACK
Blinking quickly a couple of times, unable to help it against the sudden flare of Flora's thoughts and emotions, at least the Doubletake can be glad(?) at the knowledge that Jack hasn't walled himself up so much as to not act as though she knows the truth about his magic. Instead, dipping his head in an apologetic nod, he wrangles control over himself and exhales another long and smoky breath, leaving the cigarette between his lips and walking his fingers around the rim of his glass.
"Mm...?" Realising it as if for the first time (or rather, feeling the need to clarify for the first time, more like), Jack raises an eyebrow across at her. "That was the first time I'd ever wanted to..." Hold you, he gestures. "Afterwards." He remembers how he'd reached out for her in the dark in his bunk, tucking her tightly against his chest - the first and only time in his memory that he'd done such a thing voluntarily. "That's what I didn't want to talk about. I thought you'd feel smug about it."
Even that had been a step too far, in retrospect, and he glances away across the guildhall and wrinkles his nose at the memory.
"It was a stupid thing to say, and to do," he mutters, of the beach. "You're better'n this, Flora. Better than me - you know you are. Now you can go and make your happily ever after with that dragoon, or even Astaroth, if he can keep his fuckin' teeth to himself. World's your oyster."
"Mm...?" Realising it as if for the first time (or rather, feeling the need to clarify for the first time, more like), Jack raises an eyebrow across at her. "That was the first time I'd ever wanted to..." Hold you, he gestures. "Afterwards." He remembers how he'd reached out for her in the dark in his bunk, tucking her tightly against his chest - the first and only time in his memory that he'd done such a thing voluntarily. "That's what I didn't want to talk about. I thought you'd feel smug about it."
Even that had been a step too far, in retrospect, and he glances away across the guildhall and wrinkles his nose at the memory.
"It was a stupid thing to say, and to do," he mutters, of the beach. "You're better'n this, Flora. Better than me - you know you are. Now you can go and make your happily ever after with that dragoon, or even Astaroth, if he can keep his fuckin' teeth to himself. World's your oyster."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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