JACK
Jack blinks at her just like in that GIF at the term twisty bits, and he inhales a careful breath before giving her a slow, defeated nod on the exhale. "That's 'bout it yeah," he confirms. "I'll write it down for you 'fore I go, as well as all the shit you should be doin' if you're gonna be ice skatin' your ship around out here."
He's already moving to inspect the sails despite saying they were fine - because he's a perfectionist piece of shit and she knows it - when the flush of gratitude wraps his magic up like cotton wool, and Jack scoffs under his breath. "Don't mention it," he mutters, before promptly shrugging out of his coat and tossing it at her. "Here," he says, before you freeze worse'n your ship."
Raising his eyebrows once his inspection is complete, because if I thought I could make it isn't the most Flora fucking thing she could say, Jack suppresses a groan of exasperation and says absolutely nothing more on the matter, which really says everything. "Keep your mind outta the gutter, I'm serious. Mop, bucket, whole hog. You owe it to my crew for chasin' your tail so many times."
And if he has to conveniently be doing something 60ft away along the dock, well, oh noooo.
Pushing up the sleeves on his dark sweater as he approaches the rail again, his nod is distracted but grateful. "Whatever you got," he confirms. "An' your maintenance kit too. Please say you got one."
He's already moving to inspect the sails despite saying they were fine - because he's a perfectionist piece of shit and she knows it - when the flush of gratitude wraps his magic up like cotton wool, and Jack scoffs under his breath. "Don't mention it," he mutters, before promptly shrugging out of his coat and tossing it at her. "Here," he says, before you freeze worse'n your ship."
Raising his eyebrows once his inspection is complete, because if I thought I could make it isn't the most Flora fucking thing she could say, Jack suppresses a groan of exasperation and says absolutely nothing more on the matter, which really says everything. "Keep your mind outta the gutter, I'm serious. Mop, bucket, whole hog. You owe it to my crew for chasin' your tail so many times."
And if he has to conveniently be doing something 60ft away along the dock, well, oh noooo.
Pushing up the sleeves on his dark sweater as he approaches the rail again, his nod is distracted but grateful. "Whatever you got," he confirms. "An' your maintenance kit too. Please say you got one."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
