JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Feeling like every designated driver ever, Jack does not offer his farewells to the rest of the bar, following the light trail of blood out through the doorway and onto the sandy path. With Flora all but wrapped around him, the salty breeze does for the captain all the things it doesn't for the Doubletake, and it's only as her thoughts take on an overwhelmingly putrid hue that he's already releasing her as she pushes him away.
"Gods, love," he hisses, raking both hands back through his hair and tempering what feels like every instinctive part of him that wants to leave her right there to sleep it off. Instead - and he wants brownie points for this, Flora - he leans down until he's convinced she's breathing, not choking, and no longer introducing the sand to the contents of her stomach, and scoops her up into his arms.
"Count to a hundred," he mutters, as if the act of counting will provide a distraction enough to at least let him get her to her doorstep before she throws up again.
"Gods, love," he hisses, raking both hands back through his hair and tempering what feels like every instinctive part of him that wants to leave her right there to sleep it off. Instead - and he wants brownie points for this, Flora - he leans down until he's convinced she's breathing, not choking, and no longer introducing the sand to the contents of her stomach, and scoops her up into his arms.
"Count to a hundred," he mutters, as if the act of counting will provide a distraction enough to at least let him get her to her doorstep before she throws up again.
are the angels on their way
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
