JACK
"You'll be stronger now," Jack says easily, the ghost of a smirk on his face. As if to prove it, he ducks his head a little into the lanternlight, turning so the glow catches on his right temple where a faint scar still shimmers if one looks the right way. "We all gotta take our first bottle to the head, love," he says, shrugging and straightening back up. "Besides, ain't like you got anythin' to compare it against. I'd prob'ly not shrug it off the way you would if I was hit by a fuckin' cannon," he points out.
Sighing out a breath that seems to drag much of the tension in his shoulders with it, Jack finishes his inspection - the dressing is still clean and the wound has stopped bleeding - and punctuates it with a warm brush of his lips against her forehead, fingers hooking gently beneath her chin.
"That bein' said, I'm glad you're alright." Small words for something that looms large beneath the facade of his nonchalance.
Sighing out a breath that seems to drag much of the tension in his shoulders with it, Jack finishes his inspection - the dressing is still clean and the wound has stopped bleeding - and punctuates it with a warm brush of his lips against her forehead, fingers hooking gently beneath her chin.
"That bein' said, I'm glad you're alright." Small words for something that looms large beneath the facade of his nonchalance.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
