JACK
Tilting his head obnoxiously back at Flora - he is in, thank you - and settling more comfortably in the water at the side of the springs, he's just gotten properly relaxed when her thoughts turn tangled and threaten to grow thorns. "Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows, passing a hand back through his hair (he can always draw the ice away later if it gets wet) and shifting away from the side of the hotsprings at last to swim out deeper with her.
"I s'pose it'd be nice to have a few days to get things done, 'specially after bein' away from Torchline for so long. But you can't warm a man's bed for this long without him missin' it when you take it away. Even if the man is me," he points out, reaching for her to draw her back through the warm water and against him. "Would words really make that much of a difference to you?"
"I s'pose it'd be nice to have a few days to get things done, 'specially after bein' away from Torchline for so long. But you can't warm a man's bed for this long without him missin' it when you take it away. Even if the man is me," he points out, reaching for her to draw her back through the warm water and against him. "Would words really make that much of a difference to you?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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