JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Not any more they ain't - I've seen what they've been through tonight," Jack mutters, the barest hint of amusement in his voice as her thoughts begin to clear, pulling at the strings of tension in his neck and shoulders and loosening them ever so slightly. Whoever the clothes belong to, he reaches out to tug them off her, starting with the her/his sweatpants since her hands are full with the cup of water.
Raising a brow as he senses the see-saw of emotions Flora is beginning to ride, Jack tosses the sweatpants to the floor and remains half leaning on the bed before her, raising his eyebrows. "You wanna ask your face to settle on an expression?" he asks dryly; perhaps his particular brand of humour isn't for everyone, but fuck if Flora is going to cry, he'd rather it be from laughing.
Straightening up, now it's Jack's turn to shrug out of his coat, sending the knife he'd tucked away - still bloody - tumbling to the floor. He leaves it, unbothered as he discards the coat and starts to work on his shirt buttons.
Raising a brow as he senses the see-saw of emotions Flora is beginning to ride, Jack tosses the sweatpants to the floor and remains half leaning on the bed before her, raising his eyebrows. "You wanna ask your face to settle on an expression?" he asks dryly; perhaps his particular brand of humour isn't for everyone, but fuck if Flora is going to cry, he'd rather it be from laughing.
Straightening up, now it's Jack's turn to shrug out of his coat, sending the knife he'd tucked away - still bloody - tumbling to the floor. He leaves it, unbothered as he discards the coat and starts to work on his shirt buttons.
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!
