JACK
"Caly's sharp as a whipcrack - I'm sure she'll find other ways to make her point," Jack says with a smirk around the bottle before he passes it back. Whether it's some other public display of arson or the quiet victory of a life lived well is still a spinning coin right now, though, and even as telepaths they can't say for sure which way up it will land.
But Vesper says he doesn't need to concern himself about her and so Jack doesn't - not more than he's already allowed himself to anyway - the captain shifting to get more comfortable and turning up his collar against the chill, though it's reducing by degrees anyway thanks to the rum. "Ah," he says, because let's be honest, it's never really a good way.
He both does and doesn't expect the tide of Vesper's thoughts, but when they crash against the shores of his magic, raw and unguarded, Jack still has to take a moment to adjust. It's in the subtle tightening of his jaw and the small movement of his shoulders, making room for the deliberate stream of thought and memory that he hasn't experienced since yeah, you guessed it.
Colt looms large and bright in Vesper's mind, but her shadow stretches longer still, like it's early evening and the sun is hitting her in just the wrong way. Jack wrinkles his nose, doubt and insecurity a chill that hisses against any heat between them, leaving everything damp, lukewarm and uncomfortable. "It's like she's drinkin' poison but you're the one who dies," he mutters. He's no stranger to those thoughts, not in all his time walking under the yoke of reading minds, but honestly, he's never had it thought so directly about himself.
"Sounds like she's got you by the balls, I ain't gonna lie." He smirks across to Vesper, nudging the bottle towards him. "If you had your choice, what'd you wanna happen?"
But Vesper says he doesn't need to concern himself about her and so Jack doesn't - not more than he's already allowed himself to anyway - the captain shifting to get more comfortable and turning up his collar against the chill, though it's reducing by degrees anyway thanks to the rum. "Ah," he says, because let's be honest, it's never really a good way.
He both does and doesn't expect the tide of Vesper's thoughts, but when they crash against the shores of his magic, raw and unguarded, Jack still has to take a moment to adjust. It's in the subtle tightening of his jaw and the small movement of his shoulders, making room for the deliberate stream of thought and memory that he hasn't experienced since yeah, you guessed it.
Colt looms large and bright in Vesper's mind, but her shadow stretches longer still, like it's early evening and the sun is hitting her in just the wrong way. Jack wrinkles his nose, doubt and insecurity a chill that hisses against any heat between them, leaving everything damp, lukewarm and uncomfortable. "It's like she's drinkin' poison but you're the one who dies," he mutters. He's no stranger to those thoughts, not in all his time walking under the yoke of reading minds, but honestly, he's never had it thought so directly about himself.
"Sounds like she's got you by the balls, I ain't gonna lie." He smirks across to Vesper, nudging the bottle towards him. "If you had your choice, what'd you wanna happen?"
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
