JACK
Jack's smirk - both at Murph's long-suffering duty towards her and his secret proclivities - is only briefly visible as he draws his shirt over his head, his boots now neatly set down beside the desk. As she draws back the sheet he already knows what her answer will be, but hearing her say it isn't something he objects to either. "I dunno how much help you'll need with the drugs I just gave you," he teases, but he nevertheless crosses the cabin on bare feet to join her.
The Captain's version of helping her fall asleep is, perhaps unsurprisingly, knit right into his magic. As they settle in the bunk he keeps the room pleasantly cool, his fingers wending through her hair and never straying too close to the bandage at her hairline. The breeze through the planks has them softly whistling or humming at times; a song The Ark has sung long before she had full lips or a siren's voice, and before Jack knows it, he too has drifted off to sleep.
~FIN
The Captain's version of helping her fall asleep is, perhaps unsurprisingly, knit right into his magic. As they settle in the bunk he keeps the room pleasantly cool, his fingers wending through her hair and never straying too close to the bandage at her hairline. The breeze through the planks has them softly whistling or humming at times; a song The Ark has sung long before she had full lips or a siren's voice, and before Jack knows it, he too has drifted off to sleep.
~FIN
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!
