JACK
Flora’s fingers curl around his own and Jack doesn’t balk from them, holding her steady against the tide of gods only know what might creep out from her subconscious if it’s left alone to wander for too long. He scoffs in response to her remark, inclining his head in a rueful nod. ”Deal,” he says, before he’s glancing at her again properly, as if trying to search deeper through the thoughts that had whispered across her mind only a few moments before.
”However angry I might’ve been, I never wanted to see you get hurt,” he says. It’s not defensive, not exactly, but perhaps the ghost of a reminder that the version of him that she covets in her memories is not entirely imaginary, but neither is he the knight in shining armour from her fairytales.
Instinctively, Jack follows her gaze around the imagined Torchline, as if to admire the accuracy of the soft white sands, the way the false sunlight shifts, golden and dappled, through leafy palms. And he knows how she feels - untethered, freshly slapped by life and its consequences, not knowing which path to walk next or if one even exists that would take her footsteps.
So he brushes a thumb across the back of her hand, glancing to the door nearly hidden in the illusion of a lazy shoreline. ”You can come with me if you like, while you figure it out,” he offers. ”The Ark is close.”
”However angry I might’ve been, I never wanted to see you get hurt,” he says. It’s not defensive, not exactly, but perhaps the ghost of a reminder that the version of him that she covets in her memories is not entirely imaginary, but neither is he the knight in shining armour from her fairytales.
Instinctively, Jack follows her gaze around the imagined Torchline, as if to admire the accuracy of the soft white sands, the way the false sunlight shifts, golden and dappled, through leafy palms. And he knows how she feels - untethered, freshly slapped by life and its consequences, not knowing which path to walk next or if one even exists that would take her footsteps.
So he brushes a thumb across the back of her hand, glancing to the door nearly hidden in the illusion of a lazy shoreline. ”You can come with me if you like, while you figure it out,” he offers. ”The Ark is close.”
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!
