JACK
"Oh, is that where I'm goin' wrong?" Jack croaks; refusing to get better is what's causing the problem, noted. His fingers are cold and clammy in her hand, and there's no resistance as she gets herself as close as she reasonably can. Beneath the blankets the captain's torso is (of course) heavily bandaged, rosettes of red visibly leaking through in places, and though there isn't much warmth in him at present, whatever he has left, Flora is welcome to it.
Even so, he can't help but cringe back from the thoughts that flood his mind, raw and without a whisper of a filter or a barrier, and it's with a shuddering inhale that he shakes his head. "Don't," he whispers, the word a plea that falls from his lips. Don't think about it. Gods, please try not to think about it.
"Sorry for what?" he whispers, trying to reach up to clumsily swipe the tears from her cheeks. "You didn't stab me three times. Or strangle my magic."
Even so, he can't help but cringe back from the thoughts that flood his mind, raw and without a whisper of a filter or a barrier, and it's with a shuddering inhale that he shakes his head. "Don't," he whispers, the word a plea that falls from his lips. Don't think about it. Gods, please try not to think about it.
"Sorry for what?" he whispers, trying to reach up to clumsily swipe the tears from her cheeks. "You didn't stab me three times. Or strangle my magic."
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
