flora
Perhaps still more on the naive side of things than not, Flora did not interpret any of this to mean, I know you better than anyone else and I still like you. Instead, the words just felt like a slap in the face, as if liking her at the end of it was the least Jack could fucking do.
"Well yeah, of course I did." The queen mumbled, leaning her cheek against one of her knees. "Of course I used you, I just..." Didn't have it as easy as you did? Not in the same way, but with her family name as he'd pointed out, she didn't have it as hard as others might have. Sighing, Flora just shakes her head.
"Guess we'll find out, huh?" It was meant to sound threatening, but in the end, Flora's words only sounded tired. It was hard to keep yelling down the beach, and gods, what could possibly be in her head now that the captain hadn't already heard? Oh, she was sad? Hurt? Her pride was wounded over Koa and this just made it worse? That for all of her family bullshit and queenly agendas, she was in fact just a 21 year old girl who cried over boys (and girls) sometimes? So, for all the loneliness he'd feel and how she'd hate him for it, Flora picked herself up and began to walk back toward him.
The closer she came the more she could make out the clamy sweat on his skin and the ugly discoloration around his neck. But it wasn't just that. "Jack...you look bad." And not just haha fuck you bad, but bad. "Did those vines do something? Do you feel okay?" He'd been strangled, yes and his wrist was broken, but if anyone could shake that off, she'd have thought it was the captain.
"Well yeah, of course I did." The queen mumbled, leaning her cheek against one of her knees. "Of course I used you, I just..." Didn't have it as easy as you did? Not in the same way, but with her family name as he'd pointed out, she didn't have it as hard as others might have. Sighing, Flora just shakes her head.
"Guess we'll find out, huh?" It was meant to sound threatening, but in the end, Flora's words only sounded tired. It was hard to keep yelling down the beach, and gods, what could possibly be in her head now that the captain hadn't already heard? Oh, she was sad? Hurt? Her pride was wounded over Koa and this just made it worse? That for all of her family bullshit and queenly agendas, she was in fact just a 21 year old girl who cried over boys (and girls) sometimes? So, for all the loneliness he'd feel and how she'd hate him for it, Flora picked herself up and began to walk back toward him.
The closer she came the more she could make out the clamy sweat on his skin and the ugly discoloration around his neck. But it wasn't just that. "Jack...you look bad." And not just haha fuck you bad, but bad. "Did those vines do something? Do you feel okay?" He'd been strangled, yes and his wrist was broken, but if anyone could shake that off, she'd have thought it was the captain.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
