JACK
"If it please the lady, we'll top and tail in the bed and you can wake up to my feet instead," Jack offered, his expression one of wicked amusement, though it quickly melted to just wickedness as Eloise reappeared in earnest. Inhaling the scent of the breeze and trying to place it for a moment before giving up, he followed after her and seemed relieved at the appearance of the bed; one way to break the mood would be to crack his head on a shelf or the wall or whatever else his cluttered cabin was filled with.
Already it felt like Eloise was less of a bitch - something Jack wisely kept to himself - and he slipped an arm around her waist to pull her up against him, using the ebb and flow of her new magic to direct him. Slow and soft or hard and fast, or a mix of the two, he was not about to be shown up by some anti-telepathy bubble.
Already it felt like Eloise was less of a bitch - something Jack wisely kept to himself - and he slipped an arm around her waist to pull her up against him, using the ebb and flow of her new magic to direct him. Slow and soft or hard and fast, or a mix of the two, he was not about to be shown up by some anti-telepathy bubble.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
