JACK
Jack's frown isn't the sharp steel of rebuttal or the warning before an oncoming storm - as Flora's emotions flare and rise like a rogue wave, he gazes up at her with little more than quiet confusion. "What's hard about it?" he asks with a soft shake of his head. "We've been tip-toein' around each other since the House of Midnight, fightin', talkin', orbitin' each other like neither of us can let the fuck go. And then the masquerade, your ship, mine--" He huffs out a laugh that's all quiet disbelief.
"I'm tired of pretendin', Flora," he says. "An' I can't keep doin' this with you, hearin' someone else's name in your thoughts while your hands are on me, bein' your distraction for when shit gets hard. I was part of what we had too - you aren't the only one who got hurt." Forcing himself not to freeze over - emotionally or physically for that matter - at the mere reminder of it, Jack quietly clears his throat.
"I know what I want, an' it's you, whatever that looks like. If you need to think about it, do whatever you need to do."
"I'm tired of pretendin', Flora," he says. "An' I can't keep doin' this with you, hearin' someone else's name in your thoughts while your hands are on me, bein' your distraction for when shit gets hard. I was part of what we had too - you aren't the only one who got hurt." Forcing himself not to freeze over - emotionally or physically for that matter - at the mere reminder of it, Jack quietly clears his throat.
"I know what I want, an' it's you, whatever that looks like. If you need to think about it, do whatever you need to do."
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
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