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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G.
Pairing: Gen. Jack POV.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For unen2gemismasin in thanks for the icons.
Summary: It's a beautiful arc, isn't it? Ever wonder where Jack picked that up?
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The first time, he smiles weakly and climbs back onto the rock, bouncing on his toes to shake off the embarrassment.
The fiftieth time, he's grim and tense and he's already expecting the sharp slap of water over his red-abused belly. It whacks what little air is left in him right out, nearly sends him into black, but a strong arm slings round his waist before he can sink too far.
Brown eyes set in brown crinkles, breathing easy as sailing despite the fact that Jack figures the diver's been down five times, four minutes apiece with nary a break in between. The man's holding a pearl as big as a hen's egg, white-gleam perfect. He rubs it over Jack's forehead as he speaks. "Not right. Like...flying. Be bird. You...understand?"
Of course.
Jack's fifty-first try isn't a try: it's a dive, arc cutting straight through water and air. And when he comes up, lazily drinking in air, his palm's wrapped around a pearl black as night, beautiful as dawn.
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