JACK
She settles in the bunk properly at last and Jack lets his hand remain hostage as she relaxes into the mattress and the pillows, his eyebrows raising in obvious amusement at the yawn that cuts through her words. "Oh," he agrees, stifling a quiet laugh and shifting to lay down beside her, a hand tucking beneath his head under one of the pillows. Her sleepiness is contagious, especially with the warmth and weight of another body in bed with him, and though Jack will never admit it, he's missed this.
"Believe me, love, I've tried," he mutters through a chuckle. Given the amount of magic he can conjure these days, sleep is more important to the Captain than it's ever been - which is why not getting any is a problem for more than just his mood. But she's already drifting off, Jack glancing across at her and watching as unconsciousness drags her down; he almost feels it, in fact, in the sway of the ship and the creak of the boards.
He doesn't know when he also drifts off. It's not right away, but neither is it in the early hours of the morning (a rarity right now), and the sun has long risen by the time he starts to stir. The air is already starting to grow stifling with the heat of it, and Jack's magic sweeps throughout the cabin in a soft, chill breeze to bring a fraction of relief. He doesn't move or open his eyes, though, too comfortable by far to consider such blasphemy.
"Believe me, love, I've tried," he mutters through a chuckle. Given the amount of magic he can conjure these days, sleep is more important to the Captain than it's ever been - which is why not getting any is a problem for more than just his mood. But she's already drifting off, Jack glancing across at her and watching as unconsciousness drags her down; he almost feels it, in fact, in the sway of the ship and the creak of the boards.
He doesn't know when he also drifts off. It's not right away, but neither is it in the early hours of the morning (a rarity right now), and the sun has long risen by the time he starts to stir. The air is already starting to grow stifling with the heat of it, and Jack's magic sweeps throughout the cabin in a soft, chill breeze to bring a fraction of relief. He doesn't move or open his eyes, though, too comfortable by far to consider such blasphemy.
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!
