JACK
"It isn't untrue," Jack counters, and perhaps it's unfair (it is), because gods know even the captain wishes he could step out of range of everyone else for a second without being instantly paranoid. As for getting the ring only for him, he does little more than raise his eyebrows at that, given the thoughts they both know bubble in the wake of her comment.
Shoving up the sleeves of his sweater as if to give his hands something to do, Jack scoffs and shakes his head darkly. "I don't kill for other people," he points out. For himself, yes. For his business, his personal gain, his own vendettas, absolutely. Being the bullet for someone else to pull the trigger, though? That's far too selfless a thing for the captain.
Unless it's Flora, apparently.
"I'm a real shitty guy," he reminds her, not for the first time, before her words and thoughts are spiralling away from the point he feels he's been desperately trying to make, Jack pinching the bridge of his nose and forcing himself to relax only when he tastes blood in his mouth from biting the inside of his cheek. "How do you always do this?" he asks through reddened lips, the words nearly a whisper as he lets his hand drop.
"I tell you I'm tryin', I tell you I'm worried that there seems to be a timer on how long I have to figure out my shit before you get tired and walk away, and you turn it into If all this isn't what you want." He shakes his head. "Fuck, Flora. For all your big feelings, you really struggle to realise I've got 'em as well." That all of him also extends to the man that lurks under the reputation, buried for the most part until a queen stuck around and started digging.
Shoving up the sleeves of his sweater as if to give his hands something to do, Jack scoffs and shakes his head darkly. "I don't kill for other people," he points out. For himself, yes. For his business, his personal gain, his own vendettas, absolutely. Being the bullet for someone else to pull the trigger, though? That's far too selfless a thing for the captain.
Unless it's Flora, apparently.
"I'm a real shitty guy," he reminds her, not for the first time, before her words and thoughts are spiralling away from the point he feels he's been desperately trying to make, Jack pinching the bridge of his nose and forcing himself to relax only when he tastes blood in his mouth from biting the inside of his cheek. "How do you always do this?" he asks through reddened lips, the words nearly a whisper as he lets his hand drop.
"I tell you I'm tryin', I tell you I'm worried that there seems to be a timer on how long I have to figure out my shit before you get tired and walk away, and you turn it into If all this isn't what you want." He shakes his head. "Fuck, Flora. For all your big feelings, you really struggle to realise I've got 'em as well." That all of him also extends to the man that lurks under the reputation, buried for the most part until a queen stuck around and started digging.
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
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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