Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
Gods it was hard to feel especially clever when someone could just root about in your thoughts and find every nook and cranny left undusted or untended. Still, confidence rippled away from Eloise on this particular morning, much as she did her best to hide it. It wouldn't do her any favours to come across as cocky, but gods she felt like she had Jack by the balls for once.
Jack was up and out of their cabin already, leaving Eloise time to think and try and school her thoughts into some semblance of order. "Oh Jaaaaack." The illusionist called, leaning against the doorframe in full view of anyone walking by. And what a view it was: her hair was loosely tousled (but intentionally so, lets be honest), and she wore almost nothing but one of Jack's shirts, left almost entirely unbuttoned. The crew would think Eloise was in the mood for a morning quickie, but the captain wouldn't.
Jack was up and out of their cabin already, leaving Eloise time to think and try and school her thoughts into some semblance of order. "Oh Jaaaaack." The illusionist called, leaning against the doorframe in full view of anyone walking by. And what a view it was: her hair was loosely tousled (but intentionally so, lets be honest), and she wore almost nothing but one of Jack's shirts, left almost entirely unbuttoned. The crew would think Eloise was in the mood for a morning quickie, but the captain wouldn't.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
