JACK
Jack has practically been able to taste that follow-up question before it comes, and he really thinks Flora might have been able to guess at the answer given a moment or so to consider it. "Because I hate him," he says as her lips graze his scarred knuckles, and the timbre of his voice and the faint smile on his face almost suggests he's just said something sweet.
"I keep a roof over his head, if he cares to use it. I know he doesn't work anymore, and he's a fuckin' alcoholic, but otherwise he's in pretty good health for his age. He's too much a coward to kill himself. With the healin' fountain, he might have another decade or so in him before he gets to see my mother again." Because why would he kill the man when every day alive brings him suffering? When death would be a blessing, after all this time?
Flexing his fingers briefly before letting Flora continue to fuss over his hand, Jack scoffs out a laugh under his breath. "Mm, what's one more?" he agrees, before he's drawing her forward and her mind blooms for him like a meadow beneath the soft fingers of the dawn. Resisting the urge to respond with I know to her declaration of love - because he does know, and rest assured he's already starting to lose the fight to tread the water of her affections - instead, reaching out to draw her suddenly into his lap, he hums a note of confirmation into the kiss he presses to her lips.
"No one ever has," he agrees, the liquor in his blood making the admission a little more freely given, but he silences himself once more to kiss her again, to kiss her the way she'd asked.
"I keep a roof over his head, if he cares to use it. I know he doesn't work anymore, and he's a fuckin' alcoholic, but otherwise he's in pretty good health for his age. He's too much a coward to kill himself. With the healin' fountain, he might have another decade or so in him before he gets to see my mother again." Because why would he kill the man when every day alive brings him suffering? When death would be a blessing, after all this time?
Flexing his fingers briefly before letting Flora continue to fuss over his hand, Jack scoffs out a laugh under his breath. "Mm, what's one more?" he agrees, before he's drawing her forward and her mind blooms for him like a meadow beneath the soft fingers of the dawn. Resisting the urge to respond with I know to her declaration of love - because he does know, and rest assured he's already starting to lose the fight to tread the water of her affections - instead, reaching out to draw her suddenly into his lap, he hums a note of confirmation into the kiss he presses to her lips.
"No one ever has," he agrees, the liquor in his blood making the admission a little more freely given, but he silences himself once more to kiss her again, to kiss her the way she'd asked.
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!
