"I don't think you're meant to let me live, let alone help me escape from whatever fate was in store for me in claiming that bounty." Makin it clear they the both of them had both already stepped in to territories of things they were or were not supposed to anything. Never pulled away, rather indulged in that feeling of fingers moving through his hair as claws lightly traced along skin there at the back of Jack's neck.
They'd already fallen across some line mean to be drawn in the dirt. "You're the first to have touched me and not inflicted some violence, that I've let even this close willingly." And that he'd not had to kill because of it.
The first that wouldn't be turned to stone because Jack couldn't exactly look at him- "What is it that you want, Jack?" A light prompt to say whatever it was out loud if he so wanted.
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Date: 2020-09-26 03:03 pm (UTC)They'd already fallen across some line mean to be drawn in the dirt. "You're the first to have touched me and not inflicted some violence, that I've let even this close willingly." And that he'd not had to kill because of it.
The first that wouldn't be turned to stone because Jack couldn't exactly look at him- "What is it that you want, Jack?" A light prompt to say whatever it was out loud if he so wanted.