i want to taste you again
"You don't think it's a good look?" Jack quips, raising an eyebrow up at her and scoffing. His voice has started to slur a bit, but with another long pull from his glass he thinks he can put it down to the liquor. "You'll have to dip low enough to a river later on, let me jump out for a swim," he suggests, despite only having one working arm at present. Still, he hooks that one around her waist to draw her closer, something feverish but confident dancing in his expression. "You ain't ever steered me wrong yet," he says. "This'll be nothin'."
It's a bravado that washes away almost as quickly as the saltwater sinks its teeth into his torn flesh, Jack shuddering in a breath that cuts off into a clipped groan, his left hand clenching instinctively into a fist. The muscles and tendons immediately scream their objection, his fingers relaxing away from the tension despite everything in him wanting to yank his arm away from the source of the burning pain.
"Fuck," he grates out, kicking a heel hard back against the desk and trying to keep the cabin from catching on any stray embers he might conjure.
The result is a fine mist rising like steam in the room as the two magics in his blood go to war, Jack's good hand balled in the back of her borrowed shirt, though even he's at a loss to say if he's trying to keep her close or yank her back. "Keep going," he says in a tight voice, just in case some part of her wants to soften and spare him the pain of what's best for him.
It's a bravado that washes away almost as quickly as the saltwater sinks its teeth into his torn flesh, Jack shuddering in a breath that cuts off into a clipped groan, his left hand clenching instinctively into a fist. The muscles and tendons immediately scream their objection, his fingers relaxing away from the tension despite everything in him wanting to yank his arm away from the source of the burning pain.
"Fuck," he grates out, kicking a heel hard back against the desk and trying to keep the cabin from catching on any stray embers he might conjure.
The result is a fine mist rising like steam in the room as the two magics in his blood go to war, Jack's good hand balled in the back of her borrowed shirt, though even he's at a loss to say if he's trying to keep her close or yank her back. "Keep going," he says in a tight voice, just in case some part of her wants to soften and spare him the pain of what's best for him.
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!
