dazing in the dark

JACK

Jack goes without much coaxing, drawn fully into her space with only a quiet moan to show for it, his limbs suddenly heavy and uncooperative in the wake of their combined storm. He shifts just enough to allow for breath beyond suffocation (though that comes as an afterthought, admittedly), rivulets of water trickling down the channel of his spine before taking on a life of their own, curving in pathways that defy gravity as the Captain's own magic teases control of them.

"D'you know," he mumbles after a long few moments, the sound of his voice muffled but nevertheless wryly amused, "there are people who reckon you don't have free will?" Rumours are sinister things, and if they've reached Torchline's ears, they've started in King's End, and therefore have already breached the web of Jack's magic. "They think you've got no choice but to be here. That you're nothin' more than what I made you, an' that I made you for me."

He half murmurs the words against her throat, and the sly enjoyment in his tone already gives away what he thinks of that. "As if I could cup my hands around the ocean an' tame it." He scoffs. Jack is good, but not even he is so arrogant.

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!