[ ah, but she does have his number, doesn’t she? it’s true that jack may not be one for dramatics — prefers, in fact, to employ a silver tongue against any trouble he might find himself in because he’s much, much better at that than anything involving physical altercation. but, at the same time, he’s not the sort to stand back and do nothing while the people he cares for are in danger. and, despite the rather tumultuous start to their friendship, elsa has become just that: someone he cares for.
he doesn’t doubt that he may have to throw caution to the wind, should things get more dangerous than they expected. but, until then: ] I defer entirely to you. [ he puncutates his reassurance with a brief dip of his head and, when he inevitably looks up again, he’s still smiling, if a touch bemusedly. ] And — I’d like that. Once we’re through with all of this and the moon.
[ it’ll be nice, he thinks, to have something to look forward to, something softer and kinder than another lonely drive to whichever safehouse he’d be holing up in, once the third night of the full moon had passed. frankly, he’s grateful for the simple pleasure of elsa even considering spending more time with him, given how much she must have on her plate, these days. jack is, in fact, so taken with the thought that he barely notices elsa’s hand reaching for his own until it’s much too late.
for all that jack does feel bad for the server - enough so that he gives the poor girl an apologetic smile as she slinks off with their menus and makes a mental note to ensure that she’s left a healthy tip - it’s difficult not to feel some measure of fondness as elsa soundly dismisses her. let it never be said, he supposes, that elsa bloodstone is a woman who does not know exactly what she wants, whether it be a mystical artifact turned family heirloom or a few more moments alone with the werewolf she’s dining with, and how best to get it.
but, then she reaches out again to clasp his arm — and, in that moment, the world around them falls silent.
it’s not often that jack is touched. people that know what he is tend to recoil from him, as though a brush of his fingers might pass on the curse that he bears and people that don’t… well. usually, he’d prefer for them to stay away, for both their safety and his peace of mind. and yet, here is elsa — elsa who wields her abrasive nature like a dagger to keep an uncaring world at bay, who has been taught since birth that people like him are not people at all, but heartless, ravening beasts with no thought in their minds besides violence, who had faced the wolf and had every reason to fear him — reaching out and resting a hand on his arm as if it’s nothing at all.
just briefly, jack feels something catch in his throat and, for a moment, it’s all he can do to meet her gaze, caught almost entirely off-guard. there’s a beat of hesitation, a flash of uncertainty behind his eyes — but, ultimately, he can’t stop himself from allowing his free hand to rest (softly, tentatively) atop elsa’s, his touch more than light enough to grant her the ability to pull back, should she so desire. ]
So am I. [ he tells her, fingers curling slightly over her hand as he relishes the warmth of it through the sleeve of his threadbare jacket. ] I mean, I know we’ve been — talking, since that night but… I don’t know. I wouldn’t have blamed you, if you didn’t want anything to do with me, after everything.
[ in fact, jack had been more than prepared to accept the fact that he’d never see elsa again. such was the way with most of the people he met — but, then again, perhaps he ought to have known that fate had something else in store for them. ]
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he doesn’t doubt that he may have to throw caution to the wind, should things get more dangerous than they expected. but, until then: ] I defer entirely to you. [ he puncutates his reassurance with a brief dip of his head and, when he inevitably looks up again, he’s still smiling, if a touch bemusedly. ] And — I’d like that. Once we’re through with all of this and the moon.
[ it’ll be nice, he thinks, to have something to look forward to, something softer and kinder than another lonely drive to whichever safehouse he’d be holing up in, once the third night of the full moon had passed. frankly, he’s grateful for the simple pleasure of elsa even considering spending more time with him, given how much she must have on her plate, these days. jack is, in fact, so taken with the thought that he barely notices elsa’s hand reaching for his own until it’s much too late.
for all that jack does feel bad for the server - enough so that he gives the poor girl an apologetic smile as she slinks off with their menus and makes a mental note to ensure that she’s left a healthy tip - it’s difficult not to feel some measure of fondness as elsa soundly dismisses her. let it never be said, he supposes, that elsa bloodstone is a woman who does not know exactly what she wants, whether it be a mystical artifact turned family heirloom or a few more moments alone with the werewolf she’s dining with, and how best to get it.
but, then she reaches out again to clasp his arm — and, in that moment, the world around them falls silent.
it’s not often that jack is touched. people that know what he is tend to recoil from him, as though a brush of his fingers might pass on the curse that he bears and people that don’t… well. usually, he’d prefer for them to stay away, for both their safety and his peace of mind. and yet, here is elsa — elsa who wields her abrasive nature like a dagger to keep an uncaring world at bay, who has been taught since birth that people like him are not people at all, but heartless, ravening beasts with no thought in their minds besides violence, who had faced the wolf and had every reason to fear him — reaching out and resting a hand on his arm as if it’s nothing at all.
just briefly, jack feels something catch in his throat and, for a moment, it’s all he can do to meet her gaze, caught almost entirely off-guard. there’s a beat of hesitation, a flash of uncertainty behind his eyes — but, ultimately, he can’t stop himself from allowing his free hand to rest (softly, tentatively) atop elsa’s, his touch more than light enough to grant her the ability to pull back, should she so desire. ]
So am I. [ he tells her, fingers curling slightly over her hand as he relishes the warmth of it through the sleeve of his threadbare jacket. ] I mean, I know we’ve been — talking, since that night but… I don’t know. I wouldn’t have blamed you, if you didn’t want anything to do with me, after everything.
[ in fact, jack had been more than prepared to accept the fact that he’d never see elsa again. such was the way with most of the people he met — but, then again, perhaps he ought to have known that fate had something else in store for them. ]