JACK
"Now you're just flatterin' me for fun," Jack says, the accusation warmed by humour. "Hope it don't need sayin' that for as handsome a bastard as I am, I don't hold a candle to you." As a ship or as a woman for that matter, and it won't even be the first time he's made that sort of remark, whether out on the deck in earshot of the crew or in the solitude of his own quiet work.
Her fingers close around his own and he lets them, brow furrowing as his mind tries to conjure the last time he'd felt such casual affection without balking from it. Just as quickly he forces the memory away, eyes flicking back up to her face and the truth that spills from those perfect, wine-red lips. He lets it sit for a beat or two, lets it sink into his bones as if allowing himself to hear it properly the first time.
Then he lets out a grumbled curse on the heels of a long sigh, and leans back on the desk with one hand. "Ain't gonna be no arguin' with you, is there. He groans, a smirk flickering briefly across his face. "What'd you think of these woods? And of the kid thinkin' of taken 'em over, for that matter?" Vesper, he knows, had handled her near identically to Jack, in mind if not in heart, but the trees are not the sea, and they both know it.
Her fingers close around his own and he lets them, brow furrowing as his mind tries to conjure the last time he'd felt such casual affection without balking from it. Just as quickly he forces the memory away, eyes flicking back up to her face and the truth that spills from those perfect, wine-red lips. He lets it sit for a beat or two, lets it sink into his bones as if allowing himself to hear it properly the first time.
Then he lets out a grumbled curse on the heels of a long sigh, and leans back on the desk with one hand. "Ain't gonna be no arguin' with you, is there. He groans, a smirk flickering briefly across his face. "What'd you think of these woods? And of the kid thinkin' of taken 'em over, for that matter?" Vesper, he knows, had handled her near identically to Jack, in mind if not in heart, but the trees are not the sea, and they both know it.
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!
