i want to taste you again
"Ain't sure this type of wet is one you'd want," Jack fires back with a smirk she'll see rather than hear, able to feel the appreciation in her thoughts like a warm hand between his shoulder blades. As they inch closer to the cache he becomes similarly aware of the distance she continues to put between herself and the tar pits - and him, given where he's going and why.
Only as she settles against one of the gnarled tree trunks does Jack glance back from the very edge of the mire, magic working hard to keep his footing steady. "Somethin' I said?" he jests, peering up at the cache again and noticing a pale looking boulder between himself and the pit it overhangs. "Untouched is always good. Reckon I can get it without needin' to persuade it too much."
Persuasion, of course, coming in the form of having to snap branches or cut the leather bag straps. "Aight, wish me luck," he says, winking over his shoulder to her. "An' you know the drill. Anythin' goes wrong, get outta here an' I'll see you back at the ship."
Only as she settles against one of the gnarled tree trunks does Jack glance back from the very edge of the mire, magic working hard to keep his footing steady. "Somethin' I said?" he jests, peering up at the cache again and noticing a pale looking boulder between himself and the pit it overhangs. "Untouched is always good. Reckon I can get it without needin' to persuade it too much."
Persuasion, of course, coming in the form of having to snap branches or cut the leather bag straps. "Aight, wish me luck," he says, winking over his shoulder to her. "An' you know the drill. Anythin' goes wrong, get outta here an' I'll see you back at the ship."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
