JACK
It's a curious thing, to have Lucy come to life in someone else's mind; his mother has been a sin hissed through bitter lips for his entire childhood, and it's strange to see, through Flora, the woman take on an agency of her own. And though the Doubletake says nothing, Jack might have been content to sit by as her mind wanders on the subject, if not for his father - as always - interrupting it all. "Mm? Oh, gods, no. He was - is - as average as they come. Still lives in that inlet far as I know."
He doubts the man who sired him goes very far at all, in fact, save for special occasions.
Using the hand not currently captured by Flora to continue to rub at the back of his neck - a habit that seems less necessary given the melting tension there - Jack offers her a skeptical smile to hear he's full of good surprises. "Yeah? I'll have to go out an' balance the books with some bad stuff, if you keep this up. I got a reputation to uphold, y'know."
There's a brief tightening to his jaw as she stretches his hand against her own, his wrist briefly protesting the unfamiliar angles, and at her questions, the way her aqua eyes pierce the growing dark to gaze up at him with so much unfettered fucking affection, Jack huffs out a sigh and all but rolls his eyes back at her. "No," he mutters, as if the admission is an upsetting one. "Not for you, no." That's not to say that the captain's manipulations don't still stand when it comes to the rest of the world, though.
Muttering something that sounds like a suspiciously fond fuck you, Jack's free hand drops now to reach out for Flora, drawing her close enough for him to press a kiss to her forehead - something he has no doubt she'll enjoy, which is entirely the point.
He doubts the man who sired him goes very far at all, in fact, save for special occasions.
Using the hand not currently captured by Flora to continue to rub at the back of his neck - a habit that seems less necessary given the melting tension there - Jack offers her a skeptical smile to hear he's full of good surprises. "Yeah? I'll have to go out an' balance the books with some bad stuff, if you keep this up. I got a reputation to uphold, y'know."
There's a brief tightening to his jaw as she stretches his hand against her own, his wrist briefly protesting the unfamiliar angles, and at her questions, the way her aqua eyes pierce the growing dark to gaze up at him with so much unfettered fucking affection, Jack huffs out a sigh and all but rolls his eyes back at her. "No," he mutters, as if the admission is an upsetting one. "Not for you, no." That's not to say that the captain's manipulations don't still stand when it comes to the rest of the world, though.
Muttering something that sounds like a suspiciously fond fuck you, Jack's free hand drops now to reach out for Flora, drawing her close enough for him to press a kiss to her forehead - something he has no doubt she'll enjoy, which is entirely the point.
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
