JACK
Feeling Flora's thoughts freeze over, only to crack beneath the surge of thorny indignance that ripples through them, it's all Jack can do not to scoff around his cigarette. If anything about this situation screams seemingly unbothered then these past few seasons really have been little more than an exercise in talking past one another. Either way, his feet remain planted firmly on the docks as the dagger buries itself between his boots.
Drawing deeply on his cigarette, the light from its tip flaring on his inhale, he tilts his head down to look at the blade, opting to leave it right where it is as Flora appears like a shadow with curves in all the right places and a temper to rival her fathers'. Blue eyes drop to the paper she thrusts beneath his gaze, a dark eyebrow raising, and he exhales a slow stream of smoke and flicks ash over the side of the dock and into the black water.
"Is it really ignorin' you if I didn't know you were writin'?" he drawls. "I put the parchment away in a drawer after your first fucked up message. Haven't looked at it since. Congrats on the cure, by the way. Heard about your success from that little broadcast."
Stepping back, the captain flicks the toe of his boot up to catch the hilt of the dagger, sending it sailing high enough into the air for him to snatch it in his free hand, offering it back out to Flora.
Drawing deeply on his cigarette, the light from its tip flaring on his inhale, he tilts his head down to look at the blade, opting to leave it right where it is as Flora appears like a shadow with curves in all the right places and a temper to rival her fathers'. Blue eyes drop to the paper she thrusts beneath his gaze, a dark eyebrow raising, and he exhales a slow stream of smoke and flicks ash over the side of the dock and into the black water.
"Is it really ignorin' you if I didn't know you were writin'?" he drawls. "I put the parchment away in a drawer after your first fucked up message. Haven't looked at it since. Congrats on the cure, by the way. Heard about your success from that little broadcast."
Stepping back, the captain flicks the toe of his boot up to catch the hilt of the dagger, sending it sailing high enough into the air for him to snatch it in his free hand, offering it back out to Flora.
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
