JACK
Only once he's satisfied with the path of the cloth and its mystical water does the captain give it a final squeeze to send droplets trickling down Flora's back, before setting it down on his desk. "No one can say you didn't channel the big guns when it counted," he remarks, as if it's a consolation. Channelling twice might have been a bitch, it's true, but channelling Rae and saving a deity? Worse things have happened. (Jack's been hit by them, he ought to know).
Letting her curls tumble through his fingers as she finally straightens up, his hands slip down to rest on her hips, allowing her to press flush against him all she likes as long as the barbs continue to retract in her thoughts. "Tomorrow," he agrees. "Some of us still have work to do, y'know - we can't all spend an afternoon playin' in the woods." His amusement is dry as kindling, though he could be tempted to procrastinate for an hour or two given the company.
"That courier?" he begins, his frown a quick thing that fades with the whisper of her lips. "Mm, my memory of Halo is too vivid to consider goin' back," he agrees.
Letting her curls tumble through his fingers as she finally straightens up, his hands slip down to rest on her hips, allowing her to press flush against him all she likes as long as the barbs continue to retract in her thoughts. "Tomorrow," he agrees. "Some of us still have work to do, y'know - we can't all spend an afternoon playin' in the woods." His amusement is dry as kindling, though he could be tempted to procrastinate for an hour or two given the company.
"That courier?" he begins, his frown a quick thing that fades with the whisper of her lips. "Mm, my memory of Halo is too vivid to consider goin' back," he agrees.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
