JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Jack is able to see Flora's front door by the time he feels her arms and legs tighten around him, the captain tensing at first, thinking she fully means to throw up down his back. Only as her ragged words tear through the air does he fall to a halt, his head turning ever so slightly to nose against messy curls that, somewhere beneath the stale booze and smoke clinging to her from the Hanged Man, still smell like her perfume.
"You don't have to," he rumbles, feeling himself relax, strangely, as she becomes something more real in his arms than she has been since he set foot into the tavern. "Gods, Flora. Where were you?" It's unfair for him to keep asking and yet he asks anyway, feelings the first dark spears of guilt start to lance into the pit of his stomach. Not there again. He'd not been there again, not in any way it would have counted.
"I'll take you inside," he decides. "We'll talk properly in the morning. Does anyone else know about... about whatever it is?"
"You don't have to," he rumbles, feeling himself relax, strangely, as she becomes something more real in his arms than she has been since he set foot into the tavern. "Gods, Flora. Where were you?" It's unfair for him to keep asking and yet he asks anyway, feelings the first dark spears of guilt start to lance into the pit of his stomach. Not there again. He'd not been there again, not in any way it would have counted.
"I'll take you inside," he decides. "We'll talk properly in the morning. Does anyone else know about... about whatever it is?"
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!
