there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"I'll remind you that you said that when you are gettin' old," Jack drawls, and though part of him does feel disappointed to have missed the Doubletake that last time, he's equally as pleased to feel the bronze shimmer of victory in her thoughts. Crossing the sand and uncorking the bottle of healing water, he offers it out to her silently and, once she's taken it, slips his mageglass ring back onto his finger. "In the interest of honesty, I reckon maybe you just got unlucky."
Smirking and snaking out a hand to coil it around her waist, he draws her flush against him as if he wants to see the branching mark of his lightning fade from her sternum in real time. "Based on how that shit with the panther went, I'm not against comin' out here more often." A silent acceptance to the request she hadn't spoken out loud. Yes, Flora, I will be your workout-Ken. Not that Jack will ever fit that sort of mold, but as is always the case with the captain, it's the thought that counts.
Smirking and snaking out a hand to coil it around her waist, he draws her flush against him as if he wants to see the branching mark of his lightning fade from her sternum in real time. "Based on how that shit with the panther went, I'm not against comin' out here more often." A silent acceptance to the request she hadn't spoken out loud. Yes, Flora, I will be your workout-Ken. Not that Jack will ever fit that sort of mold, but as is always the case with the captain, it's the thought that counts.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
