JACK
"It's far too late in the day for me to let my mind wander with all the shit I know you could make 'em feel," Jack says, his voice a low, sly thing slipping out into the night. "I don't even reckon it's all you can do. Maybe we can go ashore tomorrow and test you out." He can't tell exactly, because he's not sure even she is aware, but the budding potential in her mind and body are things his magic wants to wrap itself around and understand.
Her presence beside him feels... right, is the only way he can put it. Right in that he feels exactly how he would if he were standing alone; just as comfortable, just as at ease. No pressure, no suspicion, no wondering at intention or needing to perform a role to keep the charade going. It's just Jack and The Ark, as it had been for as long as ambition had pushed itself like splinters beneath his skin and set him on course to find her.
Scoffing, he dips his chin in concession at that; she would be able to feel him, every toss and turn in his bunk, every tap of his foot on the boards or his finger against the desk. "Yeah," he mutters to the open night air. "I like this too." It's the sort of statement most often dragged from the Captain under duress, but there's nothing difficult in this. In fact, it's the easiest he's been with someone since...
Since bootprints scorched into the back of The Ark's neck, put it that way.
"If you make things go awry, now that he knows you're almost definitely doin' it on purpose, you might hurt his feelings," he says through a bark of laughter, turning away from the rail now and letting his arm curl casually around her waist, the movement easy in a way it hadn't been before. "C'mon, let's go, 'fore someone blames you for not bein' able to concentrate on their cards."
Her presence beside him feels... right, is the only way he can put it. Right in that he feels exactly how he would if he were standing alone; just as comfortable, just as at ease. No pressure, no suspicion, no wondering at intention or needing to perform a role to keep the charade going. It's just Jack and The Ark, as it had been for as long as ambition had pushed itself like splinters beneath his skin and set him on course to find her.
Scoffing, he dips his chin in concession at that; she would be able to feel him, every toss and turn in his bunk, every tap of his foot on the boards or his finger against the desk. "Yeah," he mutters to the open night air. "I like this too." It's the sort of statement most often dragged from the Captain under duress, but there's nothing difficult in this. In fact, it's the easiest he's been with someone since...
Since bootprints scorched into the back of The Ark's neck, put it that way.
"If you make things go awry, now that he knows you're almost definitely doin' it on purpose, you might hurt his feelings," he says through a bark of laughter, turning away from the rail now and letting his arm curl casually around her waist, the movement easy in a way it hadn't been before. "C'mon, let's go, 'fore someone blames you for not bein' able to concentrate on their cards."
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!
