JACK
"You should," Jack rumbles. "I also ain't the sort of guy who gives compliments easy." He lifts his glass again, then, emptying it in a smooth and practiced tilt of liquor against his tongue, the fire of it chasing all the way down his throat to pool low in his belly. It helps, he finds, especially as Charlie's effervescence and charm turn dark in a way that allows him to peel away the golden curls and big blue eyes from memories that bite at his heels like hungry dogs in the corners of his mind.
And so when she leans across the table he does the same, if not much more slowly, and the fire around her will find itself a companion in the small flames that Jack conjures to twist through the air, kissing against the backs of her hands. "Depends on the weather." He grins, sharp and roguish. "A good sailor knows how to ride any wave. You've gotta be flexible for that sort of work, y'know. I'd be happy to show you how."
And so when she leans across the table he does the same, if not much more slowly, and the fire around her will find itself a companion in the small flames that Jack conjures to twist through the air, kissing against the backs of her hands. "Depends on the weather." He grins, sharp and roguish. "A good sailor knows how to ride any wave. You've gotta be flexible for that sort of work, y'know. I'd be happy to show you how."
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!
