#jack!bradley

"Do you know what I saw when I first looked at her, at the mighty Titanic?" Jake asks as he settles to lean against the rail next to Bradley. "I saw my whole life play out as if I had already been made to live it. Saw myself parade about like a doll. A show pony meant to only be brought out to appease my father and wife's parents. Meant to have at least two children that I would have no true say in. Not their names not their lives or dreams. I could see it all, in a blink of an eye." "What do you see now?" Bradley asks, quietly after a moment of just staring out at the endless expansion of the ocean surrounding them. "I saw my escape, my death," he whispers quietly before turning to look and finding Bradley already staring at him with his dark eyes hooded. "Now I think I see a reason to run, to truly run, when we reach the docks." Pausing, he feels a flush crawl up his neck as he turns back to stare out at the calm surface of the water. "It's not up to you to save me, Bradley," he says after a moment. "But I am grateful you chose to do so. That you seem to want to do so even after everything my father and fiancé's father have tried to put you through." Bradley leans in closer, crowding further into Jake's space and murmurs softly, meant only for Jake's ears, as he says, "sweetheart, if you asked, I'd run away with you. You just need to ask me, Jake, and I'll do everything in my power to give it to you."

“I want you to draw me like one of your French girls,” Jake says softly, carefully, as he watches Bradley let out a moment at his request, even as he keeps eyeing the blue shaped heart as he holds it in his hand. “Only, wearing that,” he adds on, letting his voice drop, just the tiniest bit of apprehension creeping in as Bradley’s head snaps over to look at him with wide eyes, hand tightening around the diamond.  He watches the way Bradley swallows thickly, his eyes flickering up and down Jake’s body slowly before he gives one, firm, single nod as he answers, “Al-alright, sweetheart,” he answers, voice dropping down an octave, “If that’s what you wish for me to do.” Jake lets his slips spread, forming a small smile, as he gives a firm nod. “Arrange the sitting room to your liking, I’ll, um, I’ll go get ready for you,” he says, only stumbling slightly as he realizes he’s about to bare himself entirely to a man that both feels as if he knows him but doesn’t all at the same time.