JACK
Dragging off the cigarette between his lips and letting the soft breeze take the cloud of smoke away over his shoulders, Jack feels more of the tension unlock from his spine as she beams, inside and out, until he suddenly finds both his hands in her possession. They stand as if she's about to make some heartfelt declaration and he's a maiden who has fallen hook line and sinker, and the Captain has to stifle his laugh as he watches her peruse his fingers like a market stall.
"That one?" he echoes, slipping his hands out of hers so he might free the ring from his finger. "On the contrary - that one was one of my first. Seems right that it should go to you." Hence why it now sits on his pinky finger. He removes it easily enough, and its ghost remains on his skin in a pale band long untouched by the sun. Holding it up to the light to make sure it's deemed polished enough to be presented to her, at last Jack holds it out in his open palm.
"Your lemon is meltin'," he points out idly, the smirk on his face amused and unapologetic.
"That one?" he echoes, slipping his hands out of hers so he might free the ring from his finger. "On the contrary - that one was one of my first. Seems right that it should go to you." Hence why it now sits on his pinky finger. He removes it easily enough, and its ghost remains on his skin in a pale band long untouched by the sun. Holding it up to the light to make sure it's deemed polished enough to be presented to her, at last Jack holds it out in his open palm.
"Your lemon is meltin'," he points out idly, the smirk on his face amused and unapologetic.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
