don't sell your heart

JACK

"If you say so," Jack mumbles, the words almost muffled by the way he leans in to kiss the side of Flora's neck. Another side effect of their difficult heart to hearts, their inevitable growing closer, the strange and selfless things Flora does and the ways she sees him is that Jack is starting to dislike seeing himself like this through her eyes. Whatever sinking feeling dragging at her is similarly reflected in himself, and it's enough to draw his expression into a frown that doesn't really fade even as her cheer returns.

"You wouldn't dare," he says of the rum, eyes narrowing a fraction. "Not if you want me in any sort of mood to travel with all the way back down to Torchline. An' I'm not sure the ice cubes have the same threat any more." Not for a water mage, and not in a bed she shares every night.

Straightening up from her and smirking again at last, the captain seems to take that as a fine challenge indeed. "You played pretend at somethin' you enjoyed and that got you all the things you wanted, even if it was for my benefit," he points out. "Old ladies don't get the same treatment." He loosens his grip on her enough for her to adjust herself accordingly, the captain scrunching his nose at the slander of her suggested titles.

"Jack Barclay, the Silver Tongue," he corrects with a sly smile, proving the worth of the title as he leans down to, yes, kiss her.

it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!