it's turning, burning in my veins

JACK

"Touche. Though I would argue that I didn't use you - I seem to recall there bein' a deal between us." Don't ask Jack about the specifics now, because odds are good that he doesn't remember (such is life when so much drama hits over and over seemingly without end) and he's distracted, besides, by the Doubletake's ample curves on display. Tilting his head a fraction in response to her withering glance, as if daring her to object, the captain continues his efforts until, at last, they are face to face.

"Call it an obvious point, but I don't reckon many people plan to die in general," he remarks, before the prickle of her thoughts gives way to soft and velvet darkness, the sort he might get stuck in should he be foolish enough to trip and fall.

One might expect gruff reassurance at best and mockery at worse at a time like this, but as Flora ferries herself forward against his chest, Jack merely sweeps her hair out of the way so he might swipe the cloth and its healing waters over the back of her neck. "When we fought that void sea panther, the only hit I landed was the first one," he says softly, a similar bitterness in his tone. "An' I limped out of there with more'n a few scrapes." As Flora would well remember.

"Seems like we could both do with some target practice."

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!