flora
One might wonder why Flora hasn't put it together that Jack is telepathic. His remarkable ability to give her precisely what she wanted during sex should have been the only clue needed, but gods if there weren't so many other signs. Later, if the secret is ever shared, perhaps the Doubletake will chastise herself for not figuring it out sooner, but as the door opens and the captain welcomes her in, Flora can only assume that Jack must have some charm to see through illusions. It would only make sense, after all.
Slipping inside and twisting her ring to reveal herself, Flora opts to forgo the usual banter that a moment like this might otherwise invite. "Harper is stepping down." She advises the captain, though given her thoughts have been about nothing save for Harper's abdication, her recent meeting with Hadama ("I want to lead alongside you." "Your timing is not... good. I will not say yes or no today, Flora. I need time before I will trust a co-ruler again." "Well, time isn't a luxury you have. This isn't about your feelings, this is about Torchline, and frankly, you need someone like me if you're going to get her back, because she's dying, Hadama"), there's very little Jack will actually need for her to explain.
Combing her fingers through her hair, Flora sets her jaw and lifts her chin before repeating the words she'd said over and over when last they'd met. "I want it, Jack."
Slipping inside and twisting her ring to reveal herself, Flora opts to forgo the usual banter that a moment like this might otherwise invite. "Harper is stepping down." She advises the captain, though given her thoughts have been about nothing save for Harper's abdication, her recent meeting with Hadama ("I want to lead alongside you." "Your timing is not... good. I will not say yes or no today, Flora. I need time before I will trust a co-ruler again." "Well, time isn't a luxury you have. This isn't about your feelings, this is about Torchline, and frankly, you need someone like me if you're going to get her back, because she's dying, Hadama"), there's very little Jack will actually need for her to explain.
Combing her fingers through her hair, Flora sets her jaw and lifts her chin before repeating the words she'd said over and over when last they'd met. "I want it, Jack."
let me taste your silhouette
