call me Thor, call me Raiden, call me goddamn Zeus

JACK

"Mmhm," Jack drawls, the ghost of a smile playing across his lips as he helps her out of her clothes. He'd never blame her for wanting the best. Wanting the impossible, though, that's different. At least until the Captain masters the secret import of Torchline healing water anyway, and that isn't a journey he's keen to take for the time being. "Oh, I dunno. I ain't got a problem with complicated thoughts," he adds, releasing her so she can pad across the cabin and settle in the bunk again.

Granted, those complicated thoughts might translate much differently into The Ark as a ship, and he raises an eyebrow as if considering the installation of some extra wood to get his attention. "I could," he says, "though for the time bein' I'm more'n happy to leave that coin on a precarious edge an' have you come tell me things yourself."

Speaking of which, he gestures between the edge of the desk - does she want to be the ship - and the bunk - or the woman? and reaches to start unlacing his boots. Either way he'll be in the very same bunk in only a few moments; it's been an unexpectedly long night.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

time to roll the dice, you know i'm the type

The Ark flashes him a jackal’s smile, sharp and pleased, one shoulder lifting in a slow, sultry shrug as she imagines Murphy’s long-suffering composure every time the hull lists without warning to announce her return. The thought delights her more than it should. She'll have to make it up to him somehow, perhaps by sailing smoother than silk for a week straight, or maybe sneakily covering his watch for him while he engages in certain secret proclivities.

When Jack gestures between desk and bunk and begins unlacing his boots, she doesn't hestitate. Instead, she draws back the single sheet with deliberate grace; it's far too warm for anything heavier, the season pressing heat into the planks and through the cabin walls. Settling into the bed, she lifts her chin slightly, red hair spilling around her shoulders and across the pillow in a bright cascade.

Her eyes fix on Jack as he works at the rest of his clothes, and her smile shifts, less feral now, more languid. "Come and help me fall asleep," she purrs, the invitation low and coaxing, a note of suggestion threading through it even as the medicine begins to dull the sharper edges of her restlessness.

time to risk my life, not afraid to die, i'm a straight up villain

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

JACK

Jack's smirk - both at Murph's long-suffering duty towards her and his secret proclivities - is only briefly visible as he draws his shirt over his head, his boots now neatly set down beside the desk. As she draws back the sheet he already knows what her answer will be, but hearing her say it isn't something he objects to either. "I dunno how much help you'll need with the drugs I just gave you," he teases, but he nevertheless crosses the cabin on bare feet to join her.

The Captain's version of helping her fall asleep is, perhaps unsurprisingly, knit right into his magic. As they settle in the bunk he keeps the room pleasantly cool, his fingers wending through her hair and never straying too close to the bandage at her hairline. The breeze through the planks has them softly whistling or humming at times; a song The Ark has sung long before she had full lips or a siren's voice, and before Jack knows it, he too has drifted off to sleep.

~FIN

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!