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"Oh?" Flora's nose wrinkles as she considers this, not for the first time wondering how much truth there was in Jack's words, especially with his shitty secret on the line. It would be easier for him to lie and say that it didn't go as deep as it actually did, now wouldn't it? Especially if it eased Flora's mind and kept her from doing anything rash? That would have been easy to believe were it not for his apology—no, apologies—that had rang truer than anything she'd ever heard from the captain's lips. "So it isn't always like a complete bearing of my every inner thought?"
Glancing at the captain and hating how even the simplest come sit here gesture tugged at all the frayed strings that Koa had loosened, Flora is helpless to resist. Though, if we're all being honest here, she doesn't want to. Even if Jack could pluck her needs and wants out of thin air, did it really matter? Did it make her feel worse to be manipulated than to have been picked second?
Sitting down at the captain's side, Flora looks down at him with a small smile. "What's your flavour of story? Vai told us all kinds." Heroic ones, ones where everyone died, ones about little girls locked in towers. Maybe one about sea monsters?
Glancing at the captain and hating how even the simplest come sit here gesture tugged at all the frayed strings that Koa had loosened, Flora is helpless to resist. Though, if we're all being honest here, she doesn't want to. Even if Jack could pluck her needs and wants out of thin air, did it really matter? Did it make her feel worse to be manipulated than to have been picked second?
Sitting down at the captain's side, Flora looks down at him with a small smile. "What's your flavour of story? Vai told us all kinds." Heroic ones, ones where everyone died, ones about little girls locked in towers. Maybe one about sea monsters?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
