there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Good," Jack says, surprisingly earnest as he tilts her chin up so he might catch her eye. "Then we'll get strong enough to keep Torchline under our heels, and gods help anyone who tries to take it." And it really is as simple as that, however tangled Flora's thoughts might remain about it all. For the captain, his hands are already soaked with enough blood to stain the Doubletake merely by association - something she is rapidly learning as people discover what they are to one another.
"I would not - I hate cats," he tells her simply. Which, you know, she may or may not have already known, but given that this particular ship's cat is his companion, it does make for quite the irony. Still, he takes the shove as being off the hook, more or less, his fingers slipping up and through the back of her hair. "So long as you let me work, yes." Suffice to say it is difficult for Jack to get much done when Flora insists on perching on the edge of his desk - often wearing little to nothing.
"I would not - I hate cats," he tells her simply. Which, you know, she may or may not have already known, but given that this particular ship's cat is his companion, it does make for quite the irony. Still, he takes the shove as being off the hook, more or less, his fingers slipping up and through the back of her hair. "So long as you let me work, yes." Suffice to say it is difficult for Jack to get much done when Flora insists on perching on the edge of his desk - often wearing little to nothing.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
