JACK
"Maybe they would. Granted, I don't believe you'd give them the same treatment as you did me when I was in handcuffs," Jack says, his own voice dipping into a low rumble as he raises an eyebrow at her over his sunglasses, not hiding the way his blue eyes drink her in; it's easier now than it has ever been to let himself bathe in the watercolours her mind paints when she thinks of him, and with the memory of their night in Ludo's Woods as fresh in his thoughts as it evidently is in Flora's, his nod is somewhat distracted when she confirms her departure plans.
Still, he isn't expecting such a blatant invitation, Jack tilting his head as if surprised but absolutely not objecting to the heat that purrs along the strands of his magic, like a finger curled and beckoning. "It'd be remiss of me at this point not to check you're in ship-shape," he agrees, straightening up from the dock post and approaching the gangplank, stepping effortlessly over the crates. "I trust you'll wanna supervise, though? Never hurts to have two sets of eyes on it."
Still, he isn't expecting such a blatant invitation, Jack tilting his head as if surprised but absolutely not objecting to the heat that purrs along the strands of his magic, like a finger curled and beckoning. "It'd be remiss of me at this point not to check you're in ship-shape," he agrees, straightening up from the dock post and approaching the gangplank, stepping effortlessly over the crates. "I trust you'll wanna supervise, though? Never hurts to have two sets of eyes on it."
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
