JACK
"An' all those things were as true as the reasons I didn't say," Jack points out with a barely-there shrug of his shoulder, his eyes lifting to the way the heavens in her mind empty onto the dry and barren ground, like they might still persuade something to grow from the devastation. "Besides, it was you. Even if I'd said so outright, would it've really stopped you?" He raises his eyebrows. "'Cause I got my doubts, an' I don't know if you know this, but I can get a pretty good read on people."
It's absolutely not the time for humour, and yet Jack can't stop himself either way, the captain's gaze flicking back towards her face as she turns to face him properly, as she cradles his hand between both of hers as if it isn't covered in blood and scars and doesn't grip the world in a chokehold. "Don't cry, love," he says, as he'd once done in the moments before Pierce had snipped away his life on an ebony blade, and his free hand comes up to brush at her cheeks.
"I mean," he says, trying for airy, for a strength he doesn't feel, "it's what I've been doin'. Between you an' me, though, it's just as hard as it looks, an' I've been doin' a piss poor job." Between flinging himself at her to twist her invisibility ring, between letting her cut his hair on the boardwalk, between coming here, now, at the first inkling that something had been wrong.
"What's the alternative, though?" he asks, the words just a little tentative. "Find a god to make us forget? One of us moves to the other side of Caido? Or just... knowin' this is impossible and doin' it anyway?"
It's absolutely not the time for humour, and yet Jack can't stop himself either way, the captain's gaze flicking back towards her face as she turns to face him properly, as she cradles his hand between both of hers as if it isn't covered in blood and scars and doesn't grip the world in a chokehold. "Don't cry, love," he says, as he'd once done in the moments before Pierce had snipped away his life on an ebony blade, and his free hand comes up to brush at her cheeks.
"I mean," he says, trying for airy, for a strength he doesn't feel, "it's what I've been doin'. Between you an' me, though, it's just as hard as it looks, an' I've been doin' a piss poor job." Between flinging himself at her to twist her invisibility ring, between letting her cut his hair on the boardwalk, between coming here, now, at the first inkling that something had been wrong.
"What's the alternative, though?" he asks, the words just a little tentative. "Find a god to make us forget? One of us moves to the other side of Caido? Or just... knowin' this is impossible and doin' it anyway?"
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!
