my name is stitched to your lips

i want to taste you again

Being any way with The Ark feels as natural as breathing, and Jack only realises it when sense starts to claw its way back to the surface of his mind. She might not have held him quite like this before, with warm arms and wildly possessive instinct, but he's peeled himself off her boards on more occasions than he can count. Whether it's sick or bloodied, exhausted or half-mad with the backlash of his own magic, these cabin walls have held him still and close, have kept him from drowning in worse than mere saltwater in the years he's hidden his secrets here.

"You're full of compliments today, love," he mumbles, the words shaped into a faint smile as he carefully sits himself back, inhaling a long breath he hopes will steady both his mind and his hands. "I'll shower." Kicking someone out of their quarters requires the sort of bravado and socialisation neither of them possesses at present, and depending on who they pick, Jack might find himself coddled by Bassian if he's particularly unlucky in it.

"Thanks," he mumbles before he can forget it, flexing the fingers on his left hand and wrinkling his nose at the still ghastly looking injury, but they both know how much worse it had been only seconds before. "I'll be back in just a sec." Code for I need a minute alone, Jack pushes himself off the edge of the desk and walks gingerly for the door, glancing over his shoulder to her before heading out.

like a secret or a sin

JACK