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Flinching, for a moment expecting the conch shell to be slammed against her head for accidentally twanging the captain's wrist, Flora exhales as Jack instead launches it out toward the Ark. "Good one." She mutters under her breath with a little grin. Jack was in a bad way to be sure, but it was still a bit funny to see someone like Jack acting out like a toddler.
"Oh you're going to be fine." Flora replies, misinterpreting his meaning entirely. Scanning for driftwood—it was the sort of thing you saw a hundred times when you walked along the beach, but now that she was actively looking, couldn't find a single scrap to save her life—the queen just rolls her eyes. "If I was a medic I'd have brought fucking bandages." She called back.
Deciding fuck it, the queen opted to turn invisible once again to lessen her chances of being assaulted by vines as she jogged back toward the tree line. Stripping some vines and leaves for padding, Flora broke off a few branches she thought would work well enough for their purposes before trotting back.
Luckily this took up a good deal of space in her thoughts making it easier not to think the thing, but of course the best way to get someone to think about something was to tell them not to think about it, and...fuck. There was obviously a reason Jack hadn't said anything about what Flora thought she knew, and while she'd much rather have just let him keep the secret, there was no way she was going to make it through the next five minutes without thinking about it much less the next few years.
Jack? If and when he turned to look at her, he'd find Flora holding the vines and branches in one hand, and her dagger in the other. What the fuck.
"Oh you're going to be fine." Flora replies, misinterpreting his meaning entirely. Scanning for driftwood—it was the sort of thing you saw a hundred times when you walked along the beach, but now that she was actively looking, couldn't find a single scrap to save her life—the queen just rolls her eyes. "If I was a medic I'd have brought fucking bandages." She called back.
Deciding fuck it, the queen opted to turn invisible once again to lessen her chances of being assaulted by vines as she jogged back toward the tree line. Stripping some vines and leaves for padding, Flora broke off a few branches she thought would work well enough for their purposes before trotting back.
Luckily this took up a good deal of space in her thoughts making it easier not to think the thing, but of course the best way to get someone to think about something was to tell them not to think about it, and...fuck. There was obviously a reason Jack hadn't said anything about what Flora thought she knew, and while she'd much rather have just let him keep the secret, there was no way she was going to make it through the next five minutes without thinking about it much less the next few years.
Jack? If and when he turned to look at her, he'd find Flora holding the vines and branches in one hand, and her dagger in the other. What the fuck.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
