JACK
"Mm, the storms up here are somethin' else, but they got no depth. Not like sailin' through monsoons or into a maelstrom to get home," Jack agrees, his gaze moving automatically to one of the portholes as if expecting to see the glitter of the waves in the starlight. Of course there's little out there but a circle of black from their position drifting lazily above the treeline, and he sighs under his breath until the boards beneath his feet seem to shift and groan imperceptibly, and his attention snaps back to the fire-haired woman before him.
His glass lowers a bit then, as if starting to believe the connection between ship and siren a little more with the evidence of it under his boots, and his smile this time is a little crooked, a little unguarded. "That's true enough," he mutters, his tone warming despite himself. "You've always had your opinions regardless of the plan." More often than not as he'd grown in experience and power, those opinions reflected his own, and it's less a fight these days than it's ever been.
But then she's approaching, and even that shrinking bit of distance is enough to have tension locking in his spine for reasons he can't articulate. Jack's lips part to say something, perhaps some effort to maintain the wall he's subconsciously already building between them, when her hands reach up to tug at fabric - not to undress, but to tell a story.
Their story.
Brows furrowing, the Captain sets his glass down on the desk and straightens up again, gaze flickering over each burn and scar and inked line, eyes widening a fraction at the evidence of the boot marks he'd left upon the deck etched along her neck. "Fuck," he whispers despite himself, and as the last of that resistance melts away within him, he starts to feel for the first time the echo of The Ark's mind, that connection to his ship that's no longer mere instinct and experience.
He can sense the sails catching the wind, the footsteps along the deck, the way the breeze ghosts along her hull, and more still; the steadiness in her as she regards him, the deep loyalty so casually presented, bold confidence and crooked whims wrapped in netting and canvas. "You look good," he says roughly, "given the hell we've been through."
His glass lowers a bit then, as if starting to believe the connection between ship and siren a little more with the evidence of it under his boots, and his smile this time is a little crooked, a little unguarded. "That's true enough," he mutters, his tone warming despite himself. "You've always had your opinions regardless of the plan." More often than not as he'd grown in experience and power, those opinions reflected his own, and it's less a fight these days than it's ever been.
But then she's approaching, and even that shrinking bit of distance is enough to have tension locking in his spine for reasons he can't articulate. Jack's lips part to say something, perhaps some effort to maintain the wall he's subconsciously already building between them, when her hands reach up to tug at fabric - not to undress, but to tell a story.
Their story.
Brows furrowing, the Captain sets his glass down on the desk and straightens up again, gaze flickering over each burn and scar and inked line, eyes widening a fraction at the evidence of the boot marks he'd left upon the deck etched along her neck. "Fuck," he whispers despite himself, and as the last of that resistance melts away within him, he starts to feel for the first time the echo of The Ark's mind, that connection to his ship that's no longer mere instinct and experience.
He can sense the sails catching the wind, the footsteps along the deck, the way the breeze ghosts along her hull, and more still; the steadiness in her as she regards him, the deep loyalty so casually presented, bold confidence and crooked whims wrapped in netting and canvas. "You look good," he says roughly, "given the hell we've been through."
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!
