JACK
"Well, I'm sure the hels and cloud wyrms will enjoy your toast," Jack drawls, snagging a final piece of bacon and a square of mango before he rises to his feet to join her - because he, on the other hand, had been ravenous. And it says everything that he's opting to follow Flora out into the searing sunlight rather than remaining in the shade to do arguably what's best for him.
Sinking down onto the bench and shrugging carelessly out of his shirt, he sets it and his sunglasses down beside him, tired eyes closing instantly at the harsh morning light. His hand finds the knife in his boot without needing to look at it, offering it up for Flora to take before he settles once more into the sound of the surf and the soft babble of nearby thought, focusing mainly on the Doubletake.
Her hands on him are familiar enough that he almost, almost resents it, but in the end Jack succumbs to the gentle, easy touch of her fingers. His hair is still a little damp from earlier, sun bleached at the tips and longer than he'd have ever reasonably let it get, but Flora is able to tame it as easily as she always has. At the sound of her voice and the weight of her palms on his shoulders, Jack cracks one eye open briefly, before closing it again.
"The suspense is killin' me," he rumbles, riding the words out on a sigh. You probably aren't going to like it is almost the story of his life lately. "Alright. Hit me."
Sinking down onto the bench and shrugging carelessly out of his shirt, he sets it and his sunglasses down beside him, tired eyes closing instantly at the harsh morning light. His hand finds the knife in his boot without needing to look at it, offering it up for Flora to take before he settles once more into the sound of the surf and the soft babble of nearby thought, focusing mainly on the Doubletake.
Her hands on him are familiar enough that he almost, almost resents it, but in the end Jack succumbs to the gentle, easy touch of her fingers. His hair is still a little damp from earlier, sun bleached at the tips and longer than he'd have ever reasonably let it get, but Flora is able to tame it as easily as she always has. At the sound of her voice and the weight of her palms on his shoulders, Jack cracks one eye open briefly, before closing it again.
"The suspense is killin' me," he rumbles, riding the words out on a sigh. You probably aren't going to like it is almost the story of his life lately. "Alright. Hit me."
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!
