JACK
"Someone's got lofty aspirations." Jack grins; much as he thinks Flora could charm a god or a goddess, and he has no doubt Safrin would at least consider raising her to the height of one of her personal chosen out of spite if nothing else, Frey, perhaps, might already have enough on their skilled hands with Hotaru and Sunjata.
Speaking of which, the good captain does incline his head in acceptance of her very good point, the mischief in his blue eyes flaring brighter at the prospect of her sitting on his lap for, presumably, the entire wedding. "Hopefully the ceremony doesn't take too long, else I might get fidgety," he warns. Who knows, though - perhaps they are already planning for an orgy as part of the reception.
Flora's delight detonates across his magic with an intensity that would have had Jack shielding his eyes had it been a physical thing; the mental equivalent is more nuanced, alas, but before he can do anything about it - or the quagmire of other emotions that stir in her subconscious like a waking monster - her lips crash into his own. At this point Flora is just as good at silencing him against conversations she doesn't want as he is, though as her thoughts thrum into his mind, his grip on her grows a touch tighter.
"No," he says softly, the word mumbled into her mouth, and rather than parting from her to build said couch, he seizes her close enough that he might turn and lift her onto the counter.
"You really think I feel nothin' for you? Still?" He raises his eyebrows, something quiet and dark flickering in his expression. Flora, who knows him better, arguably, than any other person in Caido, whose presence at his side and in his bed is welcomed and missed, not merely tolerated. "Or is it just not enough, unless I crucify myself on those three words? You know why that's difficult for me. I'd kill for you, Flora. I'd set these islands on fire for you. Sorry if that's not the kind of fairytale you expected."
Speaking of which, the good captain does incline his head in acceptance of her very good point, the mischief in his blue eyes flaring brighter at the prospect of her sitting on his lap for, presumably, the entire wedding. "Hopefully the ceremony doesn't take too long, else I might get fidgety," he warns. Who knows, though - perhaps they are already planning for an orgy as part of the reception.
Flora's delight detonates across his magic with an intensity that would have had Jack shielding his eyes had it been a physical thing; the mental equivalent is more nuanced, alas, but before he can do anything about it - or the quagmire of other emotions that stir in her subconscious like a waking monster - her lips crash into his own. At this point Flora is just as good at silencing him against conversations she doesn't want as he is, though as her thoughts thrum into his mind, his grip on her grows a touch tighter.
"No," he says softly, the word mumbled into her mouth, and rather than parting from her to build said couch, he seizes her close enough that he might turn and lift her onto the counter.
"You really think I feel nothin' for you? Still?" He raises his eyebrows, something quiet and dark flickering in his expression. Flora, who knows him better, arguably, than any other person in Caido, whose presence at his side and in his bed is welcomed and missed, not merely tolerated. "Or is it just not enough, unless I crucify myself on those three words? You know why that's difficult for me. I'd kill for you, Flora. I'd set these islands on fire for you. Sorry if that's not the kind of fairytale you expected."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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