i want to taste you again
"Fuck, I dunno," Jack says with the rough honesty of someone in trusted company, the Captain leaning forward just enough to let her snip through the back of his shirt and glide the scissors up through the fabric. "Liquor'll numb the pain if I drink enough of it, but I ain't had a good look at my arm yet." Still, as his head tips forward to allow the path of the blades to continue, he glances again at the pink line that has replaced the previously deep laceration in his side.
"Looks like you were right though," he mumbles, shrugging his right arm free and wincing only a little at the way the fabric snags at the other cuts and bites on his torso, some caused by the skull-bodied creature, others clearly from blind swamp rats if their angry greenish hue have anything to do with it. "Plenty of healin' magic in you. Just needed the right motivation."
On to the main event, though, Jack inhaling a slow breath and holding it behind clenched teeth as she works the fabric free. The creature's jagged leg has managed to puncture directly through his left forearm, and he bets if he forces himself to lift it to the light he'll be able to see The Ark through it. It explains the numbness in his fingers and the struggle to make them activate his compass tattoo, and a mix of mild shock and the rum already in his system has Jack scoffing at it.
"Good day to be right-handed," he mutters.
"Looks like you were right though," he mumbles, shrugging his right arm free and wincing only a little at the way the fabric snags at the other cuts and bites on his torso, some caused by the skull-bodied creature, others clearly from blind swamp rats if their angry greenish hue have anything to do with it. "Plenty of healin' magic in you. Just needed the right motivation."
On to the main event, though, Jack inhaling a slow breath and holding it behind clenched teeth as she works the fabric free. The creature's jagged leg has managed to puncture directly through his left forearm, and he bets if he forces himself to lift it to the light he'll be able to see The Ark through it. It explains the numbness in his fingers and the struggle to make them activate his compass tattoo, and a mix of mild shock and the rum already in his system has Jack scoffing at it.
"Good day to be right-handed," he mutters.
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!
