JACK
It's quite obvious, at this point, that Jack has taken a flower flag as something quite literal, and the crew haven't questioned it. (It's why he's hired them, among a few other key traits). What he doesn't dare to mention is that he'd grown each bloom himself, teasing it to life with the earth magic now budding in his veins. He still can't manage more than flowers and the manipulation of stone and earth, but it's enough for his purposes.
The botanical banner is streaming overhead and Murphy is making his last checks before taking them skyward, Stormbreak-bound, when Jack's magic vibrates with equal parts alarm and dark enjoyment. Stowaway is what telepathy tells him, but Flora is what experience follows it up with. A few clipped instructions to Murph has the smaller man opting to find something menial to do instead, and the captain does, indeed, go on the prowl.
"I thought," he drawls, almost under his breath as he slips in through the door of his cabin, "that we agreed to meet in Stormbreak. Somethin' about replayin' memories?" Blue eyes drink her in at the corner of his desk, perched there like work he's been neglecting for far too long, casually clothed and promising all sorts of wickedness beneath the loose fabric. "I don't remember ever doin' this with you, love."
Nudging the door shut and knocking the latch in place, he's already unbuttoned his waistcoat and is halfway done with his shirt when he reaches Flora, wasting neither time nor breath in snatching her response from her lips in a hard kiss.
The botanical banner is streaming overhead and Murphy is making his last checks before taking them skyward, Stormbreak-bound, when Jack's magic vibrates with equal parts alarm and dark enjoyment. Stowaway is what telepathy tells him, but Flora is what experience follows it up with. A few clipped instructions to Murph has the smaller man opting to find something menial to do instead, and the captain does, indeed, go on the prowl.
"I thought," he drawls, almost under his breath as he slips in through the door of his cabin, "that we agreed to meet in Stormbreak. Somethin' about replayin' memories?" Blue eyes drink her in at the corner of his desk, perched there like work he's been neglecting for far too long, casually clothed and promising all sorts of wickedness beneath the loose fabric. "I don't remember ever doin' this with you, love."
Nudging the door shut and knocking the latch in place, he's already unbuttoned his waistcoat and is halfway done with his shirt when he reaches Flora, wasting neither time nor breath in snatching her response from her lips in a hard kiss.
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!
