[SE] we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde

JACK

Gone is the playful banter, of whatever shenanigans they might get up to as wedding guests, of becoming demigodly to do little more than cause drama and stir up trouble. Drawn back against Flora with his hands pressed to the warmth of her curves, her hips, her thighs, whatever the Doubletake says is vastly at odds with how she looks and how she sounds, and that's without even taking the murky depths of her thoughts into consideration.

"Just shut me out if it's that bad," he snaps whether he means to or not, gesturing to the shiny new ring on her finger. "Gods know you've been tryin' to ever since you found out about me." Peeling himself back from her and dragging a hand back through his hair, he doesn't expect to have literal murder at her behest to be compared to a cute outfit, the captain raising his eyebrows in blatant shock.

"I killed Harper," he says. "You gonna get a nice new dress for when I see you next?" Since, you know, that's the equivalent.

Shaking off the frost that tries to coat his fingers as if resenting the way it has become a clear show of emotion for him, Jack bites at the inside of his cheek. "I am trying," he says softly. "I never asked you to love me. And havin' an hourglass over my head to figure myself out in time to keep you before you leave ain't exactly my idea of romance either, for what's it's worth."

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!