💨 catch my muse in a lie | Cutler to Jack

{ Random Acts }

“I will shoot!” Jack insisted hotly, even knowing he was caught out. He kept his pistol level for a moment more, staring into those wide eyes and trying not to feel disconcerted by how unaffected they were. There was no fear in that gaze, but it didn’t come from Beckett’s certainty that Jack was harmless. Rather, it came from the sort of deadness only the truly shattered could properly achieve, and it was an eerie sight on a man who was so fucking sure of himself. 

Clicking the safety back in place, Jack lowered his weapon with an irate growl. “Oh – bugger off,” He stepped back, not wanting to be any closer than he had to be to the man. “Crew’s ordered not to touch you,” He reminded him gruffly, “So get out of my sight, if you please.”