JACK
Never, Jack wants to say - things never seem to go to plan, but that isn't always a bad thing. Still, for all of Flora's wriggling about, he really doesn't intend to get ahead of himself before he manages to construct her couch with its very particular specifications. "Who ever said ghosts didn't like sage?" he wants to know, smirking into the crook of her neck and nevertheless refusing to relent until her pockets are free of bulky bundles of herbs.
Relaxing at last, Jack shifts enough to curl himself more or less against the Doubletake, his thoughts rum-drenched and exhausted. "Humour me for a few minutes?" he requests, his voice muffled against her, his eyes already slipping shut. One day when Flora is also so old, she'll appreciate a nap, he assumes. For now, all he asks is that she let him enjoy his own with the scent of jasmine and citrus and the warmth of her body close by.
Relaxing at last, Jack shifts enough to curl himself more or less against the Doubletake, his thoughts rum-drenched and exhausted. "Humour me for a few minutes?" he requests, his voice muffled against her, his eyes already slipping shut. One day when Flora is also so old, she'll appreciate a nap, he assumes. For now, all he asks is that she let him enjoy his own with the scent of jasmine and citrus and the warmth of her body close by.
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
- Click for The Ark!
