you look like my next mistake
The urge to jump off the Last Step if only because she knew it was meant to be roughly 30ft up, had Flora snickering at herself under her breath. Gods, how she'd gone from once trying to accidentally bump into the captain in all sorts of places, to now risking a broken ankle had her internally rolling her eyes. No doubt Jack had already picked up on his line of thinking, such that Flora realized it would hardly do her any good to keep trying to mask her expressions by staring out into the dark of night. What good did it do her to look calm and collected when the captain could see what utter bullshit it was?
Turning to face him and curling her legs beneath herself, Flora eyed the captain silently for a moment. At least, silently in the sense that her lips weren't moving. Behind her aqua stare were flashes of the way he'd touched her, of the places they'd been together, of the way he'd promised to make her queen and by all accounts, he had. Slowly that blurred to images of things that could be; treacherous thoughts of wanting Torchline all to herself, of making it more than it was, more than any of the regions were, all of which saw Jack aiding in some capacity or another.
"I do know what this is and what it isn't." Flora begins slowly. "For all the, like, fairytale bullshit I think about sometimes, I know that isn't real life." If she thought hard enough about it, she'd probably know she didn't even want it, either. But, you know, daddy issues.
"What I don't know is how this is supposed to work, because.." Flora pauses for a second as heat flares in her cheeks. Quickly she continues on if only because if she doesn't say it, it's still all in her thoughts anyway. "..I don't want to do this all alone. Not just leading, but like, life. I had Enzo growing up, so it just...it hits harder not having someone." Which was perhaps why, at only 21, Flora romanticized every relationship she had. "And as much as I'd like to say that we can just continue to fuck when we want—" Because gods it was the best she'd ever had. "—and work together, I..."
Well, he'd have known before today that she had feelings for him, complicated as they were, and that if he kept saying shit like you were the first person who seemed worth tellin', things were going to go from Avril Lavigne to Taylor Swift pretty fuckin' fast.
Turning to face him and curling her legs beneath herself, Flora eyed the captain silently for a moment. At least, silently in the sense that her lips weren't moving. Behind her aqua stare were flashes of the way he'd touched her, of the places they'd been together, of the way he'd promised to make her queen and by all accounts, he had. Slowly that blurred to images of things that could be; treacherous thoughts of wanting Torchline all to herself, of making it more than it was, more than any of the regions were, all of which saw Jack aiding in some capacity or another.
"I do know what this is and what it isn't." Flora begins slowly. "For all the, like, fairytale bullshit I think about sometimes, I know that isn't real life." If she thought hard enough about it, she'd probably know she didn't even want it, either. But, you know, daddy issues.
"What I don't know is how this is supposed to work, because.." Flora pauses for a second as heat flares in her cheeks. Quickly she continues on if only because if she doesn't say it, it's still all in her thoughts anyway. "..I don't want to do this all alone. Not just leading, but like, life. I had Enzo growing up, so it just...it hits harder not having someone." Which was perhaps why, at only 21, Flora romanticized every relationship she had. "And as much as I'd like to say that we can just continue to fuck when we want—" Because gods it was the best she'd ever had. "—and work together, I..."
Well, he'd have known before today that she had feelings for him, complicated as they were, and that if he kept saying shit like you were the first person who seemed worth tellin', things were going to go from Avril Lavigne to Taylor Swift pretty fuckin' fast.
