JACK
Giving the leather a gentle but sure enough tug to ensure that it isn't about to go anywhere, once Jack is satisfied he releases her to step back - for good reason, as it happens. Mere moments later The Ark is turning to look up at him, all coy, teasing promise and siren eyes, before the shirt he's given her is discarded with much more ease and confidence than her attire last night had been. Jack arches a brow and watches it pool to the deck, his eyes making a slow and appreciative march back up to her face.
It's true that the Captain swings all ways known to man, that his proclivities lean towards the cerebral rather than the physical, but fuck, that doesn't mean he's immune to the wild beauty of her body or the way she carries it. Breath catching slightly on the inhale as The Ark steps off the side and cuts away from herself, Jack finds himself leaning against the rail to watch her plummet down towards the deep, hair streaming like a bloody banner, until she's gone. Not just gone from view, gone from the range of his magic, and he hisses something under his breath that lands between affection and frustration.
When he joins her - because he inevitably will - the Captain is similarly clad in only freckles and scars and jewellery, though he has no need of a manta crystal these days. The air carries him down in a dive and the water nearly parts for him as he makes contact, magic spearing him into the cool depths before older instincts take over. When he surfaces it's with salt and sunlight glittering against his wet face and the sound of the waves and the crew filling his ears, but he is - of course - only really looking for one person in particular.
It's true that the Captain swings all ways known to man, that his proclivities lean towards the cerebral rather than the physical, but fuck, that doesn't mean he's immune to the wild beauty of her body or the way she carries it. Breath catching slightly on the inhale as The Ark steps off the side and cuts away from herself, Jack finds himself leaning against the rail to watch her plummet down towards the deep, hair streaming like a bloody banner, until she's gone. Not just gone from view, gone from the range of his magic, and he hisses something under his breath that lands between affection and frustration.
When he joins her - because he inevitably will - the Captain is similarly clad in only freckles and scars and jewellery, though he has no need of a manta crystal these days. The air carries him down in a dive and the water nearly parts for him as he makes contact, magic spearing him into the cool depths before older instincts take over. When he surfaces it's with salt and sunlight glittering against his wet face and the sound of the waves and the crew filling his ears, but he is - of course - only really looking for one person in particular.
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!
