JACK
"Well," Jack says, and if his back wasn't to her while he pulled his shirt back over his head, Flora might see a very familiar sheen to his blue eyes as he considers his next words, "I've told you now, haven't I?" Ergo, perhaps there might be some letting him win in the near future, if that's what she wants to call it. (Because that's what it is, Jack, whether you like it or not).
"People say a lot of shit, most of it bein' just that," he points out, voice a little muffled until his head pops through the collar of his shirt, the captain ruffling a hand through his hair and turning to face Flora again. He can feel the thorns of her self-loathing start to take root, such that he crosses the small space between them in just a step or two, drawing her against him.
"You comin' back from the dead is not small or cute," he says, his tone not unlike when he's explaining something to a new deckhand or reiterating a point to more seasoned crew. "So why the fuck should any mark on you to show you survived be that way?" Still, his gaze softens a touch as he glances over her. "It doesn't bother me," he says, "but I know it'll bother you, no matter what I have to say about it. So if coverin' them up would help, you know how to spell my name."
Tipping her a wink and stealing a kiss for good measure, he releases her to flit around the room and grab her clothes so she can dress before they leave.
"People say a lot of shit, most of it bein' just that," he points out, voice a little muffled until his head pops through the collar of his shirt, the captain ruffling a hand through his hair and turning to face Flora again. He can feel the thorns of her self-loathing start to take root, such that he crosses the small space between them in just a step or two, drawing her against him.
"You comin' back from the dead is not small or cute," he says, his tone not unlike when he's explaining something to a new deckhand or reiterating a point to more seasoned crew. "So why the fuck should any mark on you to show you survived be that way?" Still, his gaze softens a touch as he glances over her. "It doesn't bother me," he says, "but I know it'll bother you, no matter what I have to say about it. So if coverin' them up would help, you know how to spell my name."
Tipping her a wink and stealing a kiss for good measure, he releases her to flit around the room and grab her clothes so she can dress before they leave.
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!








