it's turning, burning in my veins

JACK

What else might Flora ask a goddess for? Raising his eyebrows at that, because as flamboyant and overconfident as the Doubletake can be, he doesn't think she is as egotistical to think a gift from a deity not worth taking. Still, he's more selfish than she is by far, and so even as she explains it away and her lies speckle her thoughts like shards of crystal, Jack relaxes. "Far be it for me to interrupt your me time with Safrin," he purrs, sweeping the cloth up towards the line of her bra - and then promptly unclasping it with a clever pinch of his fingers.

Not planning on stopping that whether or not Flora secretly enjoys it - Jack is absolutely the sort of man to double down if he's told not to do something, to the surprise of no one - the captain manages to withdraw to rinse out the cloth and douse more water onto it before she's almost sagging back into him, earning a scoff of laughter for her trouble. "You should've asked for somethin' to stop you gettin' squeezed to death by vines," he says dryly, purposely avoiding her breasts so he might reach up and gently wipe the dirt from her face, dabbing at the cuts and scrapes as he goes so they melt away.

"Still, least it didn't explode." Not like the void sea panther.

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!