JACK
Taking the cigarette from his lips, it's with a smile that's as catlike as it is enigmatic that Jack chooses not to respond to her remark. In truth his tongue is tied by the stickiness of her thoughts, the captain feasting on the images of bodies entwined, legs akimbo, the smell of sex and smoke and the moans that might echo into the dark with no owner.
Perhaps (definitely) it's that which persuades him to step across the sand to sink down onto the blanket next to the one and only Kaliesin, his feet already bare, his smoke thoughtfully snuffed out in the sand beside him. "Made it yourself?" he repeats, the lilt of his words somewhere between wary and impressed, and he scoffs at her bald admission - not that he woud have sugared his words for her anyway.
"Go on, then," he rumbles, holding his hand out for the bottle. "Least I can do is give it a try." Nohow are you copings or sorry for your losses from Jack, but then Flora sure as hell shouldn't have expected it. Instead she gets, "You been out all night?"
Perhaps (definitely) it's that which persuades him to step across the sand to sink down onto the blanket next to the one and only Kaliesin, his feet already bare, his smoke thoughtfully snuffed out in the sand beside him. "Made it yourself?" he repeats, the lilt of his words somewhere between wary and impressed, and he scoffs at her bald admission - not that he woud have sugared his words for her anyway.
"Go on, then," he rumbles, holding his hand out for the bottle. "Least I can do is give it a try." Nohow are you copings or sorry for your losses from Jack, but then Flora sure as hell shouldn't have expected it. Instead she gets, "You been out all night?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
