JACK
"In it an' nothin' else if I'm lucky," Jack quips, just before those very images go dancing through his mind. With a sly half smile, he glances across at Flora and lets his eyes drag purposely over every bit of her, lingering on the very places she'd imagined the feathers might skim and tumble, before looking away again with a sigh. "Damn straight," he agrees of his ship and his flags. "I got enough on my hands between the Marins an' Bassian wantin' to come be your first mate every other day."
Rolling, at last, to sit up, the captain leans back on one hand and looks, for a second or two, as if he's considering simply relaxing back into the sheets for a few hours and drifting into a nap, but the thought is gone before it can properly take hold. "If I check your riggin' again you ain't gonna get outta here by tomorrow," he rumbles, his tone teasing as he shifts to get off the bed.
"I'll just have to give it a full once over when I see you in Stormbreak." Her ship, he means. Of course.
Rolling, at last, to sit up, the captain leans back on one hand and looks, for a second or two, as if he's considering simply relaxing back into the sheets for a few hours and drifting into a nap, but the thought is gone before it can properly take hold. "If I check your riggin' again you ain't gonna get outta here by tomorrow," he rumbles, his tone teasing as he shifts to get off the bed.
"I'll just have to give it a full once over when I see you in Stormbreak." Her ship, he means. Of course.
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!
