JACK
"I didn't make you cocky," Jack objects, his smile still audible but softer now, as if even holding the expression is tiring, "you were like that when I found you. I just helped it along a bit." Still, her second point is definitely something worth considering, and as her arms tighten around him the Captain shifts with it, as comfortable in her embrace as in the rock and sway of the ship at the end of a rough day. Only this feels like the end of several dozen rough days in succession, and the fatigue hits him all at once as sudden as a rogue wave.
"Frequent practice," he adds, "though you'll forgive a guy for needin' a minute after that." It won't be a minute, though Jack doesn't know it yet. He doesn't plan for it at least, intending to relax here for a few moments more before peeling himself away, but as that soft glow of her mind - uncomplicated, sincere, gorgeous in its resplendence - blankets him, the Captain can do little more than relax into it.
The Ark will likely be the first to notice when he stops responding, either verbally or by touch, his breathing slow and deep and steady against the warmth of her body. It might barely be afternoon and they might still be hovering in midair, but Jack has found something more precious by far in the quiet confines of his cabin.
After what feels like an age, Jack has finally found sleep.
~FIN
"Frequent practice," he adds, "though you'll forgive a guy for needin' a minute after that." It won't be a minute, though Jack doesn't know it yet. He doesn't plan for it at least, intending to relax here for a few moments more before peeling himself away, but as that soft glow of her mind - uncomplicated, sincere, gorgeous in its resplendence - blankets him, the Captain can do little more than relax into it.
The Ark will likely be the first to notice when he stops responding, either verbally or by touch, his breathing slow and deep and steady against the warmth of her body. It might barely be afternoon and they might still be hovering in midair, but Jack has found something more precious by far in the quiet confines of his cabin.
After what feels like an age, Jack has finally found sleep.
~FIN
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!
