JACK
If only Jack could ask about Flora's (sex)capades without giving the game away. Alas, his telepathy is forced to dance along the very fine lines she's drawing without getting more than a taste of whatever treats might be lurking deeper in her consciousness. "You say it as though the ability to make the Ark fly isn't goddess-given," he drawls - call it the gin or the darkness, but perhaps there's even a little less snark in his voice than usual.
"An' if you haven't noticed, I ain't too lucky with the gods." Even the one that likes him and visits him in his dreams and lets him explore all of his kinks to his heart's content.
Anyway, as Flora's fingers glide over his own, it's with a wolfish smile that Jack draws the bottle back further, as if to make her lean in closer towards him. And if she gets close enough, maybe he'll catch her with his lips.
"An' if you haven't noticed, I ain't too lucky with the gods." Even the one that likes him and visits him in his dreams and lets him explore all of his kinks to his heart's content.
Anyway, as Flora's fingers glide over his own, it's with a wolfish smile that Jack draws the bottle back further, as if to make her lean in closer towards him. And if she gets close enough, maybe he'll catch her with his lips.
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!
