i want to taste you again
The Ark takes care of everything Jack doesn't have the energy to name, and it gives him the mental relief to take care of himself as best he can in her absence. He still doesn't feel right, in a way that goes beyond blood loss and the exhausted haze of pain, but it will be some time yet before either he or the redhead in his cabin realise the cause of it. For now he shuts himself in a small shower cubicle lit only by what filters in through a porthole, and focuses on getting clean.
To the Captain's credit, he only throws up once.
It's the heat of the water that does it, he thinks, combined with too much rum and too little blood, and he clears the side of the ship as he hangs out of the porthole too, so what of it? It does make his shower a little longer than intended though, Jack spending a long couple of minutes with his forehead pressed to his good arm while the world rearranges itself into something resembling order, and when he does emerge at last, there's no sign of the swamp on him other than in the angry marks it's left on his skin.
"You're too good to me," he rumbles as he steps back into the cabin, his magic having picked up on everything she's gathered and done in his absence, Jack heading first to a small trunk to hitch a pair of loose slacks around his hips. He sweeps his hair - too long these days by far - into a careless knot and turns at last for the desk, slumping into the seat. "Anyone need me for anythin'?"
To the Captain's credit, he only throws up once.
It's the heat of the water that does it, he thinks, combined with too much rum and too little blood, and he clears the side of the ship as he hangs out of the porthole too, so what of it? It does make his shower a little longer than intended though, Jack spending a long couple of minutes with his forehead pressed to his good arm while the world rearranges itself into something resembling order, and when he does emerge at last, there's no sign of the swamp on him other than in the angry marks it's left on his skin.
"You're too good to me," he rumbles as he steps back into the cabin, his magic having picked up on everything she's gathered and done in his absence, Jack heading first to a small trunk to hitch a pair of loose slacks around his hips. He sweeps his hair - too long these days by far - into a careless knot and turns at last for the desk, slumping into the seat. "Anyone need me for anythin'?"
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!
