I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
If he's fearful that he'd lose the whole day with her to those red sails, it seems to be unfounded. It's one he's carried longer than he meant to, a fear, starting first with the quiet gnawing that she would regret her choice. That bone has since been cracked open and drained of all its marrow, the concern thoroughly digested. She's chosen him again and again, and that flower resting on her nightstand, that glimmer along their wrists, that they're here, sheltered behind glass and touch to view this dangerous reminder, it's proof that they'll keep choosing each other forever and then some.
In time, the thing it'd been has changed, this worry, but it still remains. It's less about hearts being stolen now, more about final breaths, ones he doubts would ever be taken cleanly. The deal they'd forged offered a sense of a truce, but the ship staring back at them dares another thought.
She comes back to him quicker than he expects. Not without scraping off against the image a bit first, but she softens enough to let his hold through. Her question isn't one he knows how to answer at first. He'd love to say no, that Jack doesn't matter, as much for himself as her. He doesn't want her finger to blister though. "I think he's testing if it does." Which is to say, Jack can matter more or less depending on if they let him. A pretty thought, a much messier reality.
"Much as I'd rather stay in these sheets until evening, we could get dressed and hit the docks, find out what the word on the street is." It's said with a sort of sigh already resigned to doing what's mere suggestion. There's no sense closing their eyes and hiding under the covers, the monster's out in broad daylight, so all the usual rules are off the table. "Besides, I can't wait to see you wear that ring outside these walls."
In time, the thing it'd been has changed, this worry, but it still remains. It's less about hearts being stolen now, more about final breaths, ones he doubts would ever be taken cleanly. The deal they'd forged offered a sense of a truce, but the ship staring back at them dares another thought.
She comes back to him quicker than he expects. Not without scraping off against the image a bit first, but she softens enough to let his hold through. Her question isn't one he knows how to answer at first. He'd love to say no, that Jack doesn't matter, as much for himself as her. He doesn't want her finger to blister though. "I think he's testing if it does." Which is to say, Jack can matter more or less depending on if they let him. A pretty thought, a much messier reality.
"Much as I'd rather stay in these sheets until evening, we could get dressed and hit the docks, find out what the word on the street is." It's said with a sort of sigh already resigned to doing what's mere suggestion. There's no sense closing their eyes and hiding under the covers, the monster's out in broad daylight, so all the usual rules are off the table. "Besides, I can't wait to see you wear that ring outside these walls."
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
