JACK
She appears in front of him, filling his field of vision, and Jack is immediately reminded of the endless blue of the Arclight on a sunny day, the way the light makes the sails seem aflame without the heat or the complication of the other types of fire they've discussed today. Reaching for her in this shape is as easy as reaching for rigging or canvas or the wheel, the Captain's arm hooking around her waist to draw her closer against him in a half embrace.
"No fire is ever gonna burn you that way again if I've got anythin' to say about it," he tells her, and the promise is easier than breathing. Jack's fingers tease through a lock of her red hair, a shadow passing across his expression at the mere thought of it, cleared only by the pretty flush that rises in her cheeks. "Oh, I dunno," he says, the ghost of a smile on his lips, "Murphy's real good with his hands, though you ain't his type."
The joke is a suitable distraction for the depth of feeling that pools low in his belly at the meaning in her words, Jack exhaling a long, deep sigh and relaxing further back against the rail. "You an' me both, love," he admits, scoffing out a laugh. "For what it's worth, you ain't gonna burn me. If I thought you were, I'd not have gone to Rae in the first place."
"No fire is ever gonna burn you that way again if I've got anythin' to say about it," he tells her, and the promise is easier than breathing. Jack's fingers tease through a lock of her red hair, a shadow passing across his expression at the mere thought of it, cleared only by the pretty flush that rises in her cheeks. "Oh, I dunno," he says, the ghost of a smile on his lips, "Murphy's real good with his hands, though you ain't his type."
The joke is a suitable distraction for the depth of feeling that pools low in his belly at the meaning in her words, Jack exhaling a long, deep sigh and relaxing further back against the rail. "You an' me both, love," he admits, scoffing out a laugh. "For what it's worth, you ain't gonna burn me. If I thought you were, I'd not have gone to Rae in the first place."
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!
