JACK
”Mm, I’m sure that’ll make the people of Torchline feel like you’re the queen for them. Level-headed, mature, cool under pressure.” Jack doesn’t look up at The Ark on purpose, despite knowing and feeling the spike of nerves and expectant retribution from the crew, particularly some of its younger members. ”Go on,” he goads. ”Self-sacrificin’ hero of the region - that’s you, ain’t it? Drown a dozen or so men who got nothin’ to do with it, all ‘cause you’re pissed at me.”
He’s confident that she won’t, and yet her actions over the past season have enough of a seed of doubt growing in the back of his mind that, just for a moment, Jack does flick his eyes up to the railing.
Then Flora says it - that all of this was an accident, and the captain can’t help but scoff out an incredulous laugh. ”An accident you ain’t once apologised for. But then why would you need to feel sorry when everyone else is gettin’ you off tellin’ you what a good job you did?” He snaps. ”It was an accident you decided was worth the rest of your bullshit plan. ‘Cause fuck me, right? I’d always be fine.”
She snatches the letter away and a muscle feathers in Jack’s jaw, his hands frost-rimed and Flora’s sails beginning to flutter with a breeze that has nothing to do with the weather. ”Yeah, well maybe I ain’t when it comes to you,” he grates out, still not reaching back for the parchment in his other pocket. ”Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Flora? Was I not worth even a stray thought about it?”
He’s confident that she won’t, and yet her actions over the past season have enough of a seed of doubt growing in the back of his mind that, just for a moment, Jack does flick his eyes up to the railing.
Then Flora says it - that all of this was an accident, and the captain can’t help but scoff out an incredulous laugh. ”An accident you ain’t once apologised for. But then why would you need to feel sorry when everyone else is gettin’ you off tellin’ you what a good job you did?” He snaps. ”It was an accident you decided was worth the rest of your bullshit plan. ‘Cause fuck me, right? I’d always be fine.”
She snatches the letter away and a muscle feathers in Jack’s jaw, his hands frost-rimed and Flora’s sails beginning to flutter with a breeze that has nothing to do with the weather. ”Yeah, well maybe I ain’t when it comes to you,” he grates out, still not reaching back for the parchment in his other pocket. ”Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Flora? Was I not worth even a stray thought about it?”
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
