i want to taste you again
"And yet here I am, sayin' it anyway," Jack says with as much chipper defiance as he can muster, pouring himself a couple of fingers of rum and raising the glass in a toast towards her. He doesn't drink it yet at least, knowing better than to immediately unsettle himself again with alcohol, instead setting the glass back down and opting for a hunk of dry bread instead. "Music to my ears," he continues, as if morning is the equivalent of a month long vacation (which, to the Captain, it might as well be).
Propping a bare foot against the edge of the desk, he chews thoughtfully and focuses his mind purposely on nothing in particular, such that as The Ark speaks again it's almost a surprise to a mind starting to cloud over with the precursor to unconsciousness. "That I do," he agrees slowly. "Not from nearly as far as I'd like, but I'm gettin' there..."
His eyebrows raise, waiting for her point in all of this, and bless The Ark for never taking longer than necessary to make it. "...Maybe you could," he agrees again in the same tone, though the ghost of a frown on his face suggests that he's wondering why she'd ever want to. "An' you reckon it's a good idea?"
Propping a bare foot against the edge of the desk, he chews thoughtfully and focuses his mind purposely on nothing in particular, such that as The Ark speaks again it's almost a surprise to a mind starting to cloud over with the precursor to unconsciousness. "That I do," he agrees slowly. "Not from nearly as far as I'd like, but I'm gettin' there..."
His eyebrows raise, waiting for her point in all of this, and bless The Ark for never taking longer than necessary to make it. "...Maybe you could," he agrees again in the same tone, though the ghost of a frown on his face suggests that he's wondering why she'd ever want to. "An' you reckon it's a good idea?"
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!
