JACK
"And look what you got out of it," Jack challenges in return with a sly raise of an eyebrow; all that leaving gave her a tongue to taste rum and lips to sass him, after all. "But for what it's worth, I ain't plannin' on goin' anywhere any time soon now." And even if he is, odds are very good that the siren in his cabin will be invited to follow; what use are legs if they aren't used to explore on land, after all?
Following her gaze almost automatically to the porthole as if able to spy the still water of the Spillwave in the distance, his agreement comes in a scoff of laughter. "A playground for novice sailors," he rumbles. "She's no Arclight." Nothing is, in Jack's experience.
But then he's gesturing for them to head up to the top deck, and whatever the Captain is about to say gets swallowed up in the sudden, swaying jolt of the ship. He braces automatically, legs correcting the overbalance with only a small stumble, and there's a litany of curses ready on his tongue for whatever idiot Murphy has let in charge of the wheel, when realisation dawns and he gazes slowly back at The Ark.
"...My lips are sealed," he says with barely contained amusement, straightening out his shirt and stepping back across to her. The arm he curls around her waist is as confident as it would be at the helm, if not a degree more careful, her delight dappling across his magic like sunlight through clouds. "Now we can both go overboard if it happens again," he considers, smirking and trying again for the door.
Following her gaze almost automatically to the porthole as if able to spy the still water of the Spillwave in the distance, his agreement comes in a scoff of laughter. "A playground for novice sailors," he rumbles. "She's no Arclight." Nothing is, in Jack's experience.
But then he's gesturing for them to head up to the top deck, and whatever the Captain is about to say gets swallowed up in the sudden, swaying jolt of the ship. He braces automatically, legs correcting the overbalance with only a small stumble, and there's a litany of curses ready on his tongue for whatever idiot Murphy has let in charge of the wheel, when realisation dawns and he gazes slowly back at The Ark.
"...My lips are sealed," he says with barely contained amusement, straightening out his shirt and stepping back across to her. The arm he curls around her waist is as confident as it would be at the helm, if not a degree more careful, her delight dappling across his magic like sunlight through clouds. "Now we can both go overboard if it happens again," he considers, smirking and trying again for the door.
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!
