JACK
Flora's stubbornness rises like a brick wall against the world, Jack huffing out a soft laugh before he can help himself and letting his hand drop from his eyes to rest back around her. (By which time, of course, she's burrowing herself into the sheets and pillows). "What was all that shit about your bed bein' more comfortable?" he mumbles, voice rough with sleep.
Alas, no matter how many refusals she might have for what needs to happen next, time will inevitably march on towards them, and so after a couple more minutes to come around, Jack stretches and starts to peel himself away to sit up. "Sorry, love. I reckon our time's up," he says. By which of course he means he's itching to check on the progress of their flight and whether any of his crew have done anything stupid.
Alas, no matter how many refusals she might have for what needs to happen next, time will inevitably march on towards them, and so after a couple more minutes to come around, Jack stretches and starts to peel himself away to sit up. "Sorry, love. I reckon our time's up," he says. By which of course he means he's itching to check on the progress of their flight and whether any of his crew have done anything stupid.
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!
