i want to taste you again
Jack scoffs out a laugh at that, drawing again from the cigarette and gingerly leaning forward to flick the ash into the tray that Sunjata has procured. And maybe he moves in such a way that the other man can get a good stare at the bruises, dark and numerous in the shape of teeth and handprints, that mark his skin. "I tell people I won," he murmurs - because looking like this, people will more likely believe a fight than fucking. "You're a fuckin' animal, Governor."
Scrunching his nose and carefully settling himself back against the wall with the pillow in his lap, legs crossed, Jack considers the other man's words with a surprising amount of introspection. "What do your instincts tell you?" he asks slowly. "That the guy's real, or that it's Ludo?" He tilts his head, a flicker of a smirk on his face. "Just curious."
Scrunching his nose and carefully settling himself back against the wall with the pillow in his lap, legs crossed, Jack considers the other man's words with a surprising amount of introspection. "What do your instincts tell you?" he asks slowly. "That the guy's real, or that it's Ludo?" He tilts his head, a flicker of a smirk on his face. "Just curious."
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!
