JACK
Down here with just the two of them, her mind all but envelops his own, nothing but sensation and raw experience and emerging realisations in the warm depths. And Jack lets it flow over him with the same ease of the water they cut through, a smile kicking up the corner of his mouth as she adjusts and clasps herself against him. There's no need for him to grasp for her, no need to check to make sure she's steady or safe or alright - it's just this and the endless blue and the shimmer of sunlight on the surface somewhere above them.
How long they swim like this is an eternal unknown for the Captain. All he knows is that it feels right to be like this, to let the world and his burdens escape like the bubbles streaming in their wake. And when he finally does aim for the surface it's only because the water is growing more shallow; by the time his head breaks the waves his feet are anchored in sand and his hands are grasping for her thighs as if to keep her aloft in a piggy back.
Some short distance behind them, the ship bobs serenely in the Stillwave, and the crew can be seen - just - some splashing in the water, a few having made their way to the longer beach, more still on deck. But they've emerged into some small cove, little more than thirty or forty feet across, all soft, hot sand and craggy boulders. "Say when," Jack says, a little out of breath, and he smirks down at her bare toes that have yet to touch the sand.
How long they swim like this is an eternal unknown for the Captain. All he knows is that it feels right to be like this, to let the world and his burdens escape like the bubbles streaming in their wake. And when he finally does aim for the surface it's only because the water is growing more shallow; by the time his head breaks the waves his feet are anchored in sand and his hands are grasping for her thighs as if to keep her aloft in a piggy back.
Some short distance behind them, the ship bobs serenely in the Stillwave, and the crew can be seen - just - some splashing in the water, a few having made their way to the longer beach, more still on deck. But they've emerged into some small cove, little more than thirty or forty feet across, all soft, hot sand and craggy boulders. "Say when," Jack says, a little out of breath, and he smirks down at her bare toes that have yet to touch the sand.
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!
