you look like my next mistake
Flora does look at him, choosing to see a man guarded against the constant chatter of the world around him rather than one who'd intentionally let pieces of himself shatter that he might instead wield them like weapons. What else was love, really, other than sharing the parts of yourself with one person where normally you'd hide them away from the world? Was Flora really coercing Jack into something, if he was the one who'd put her name on his collar and then handed her the leash?
Certainly she'd seen relationships built on far less.
Scoffing, Flora rolls her eyes up toward the starless sky before realizing that Jack's comment hadn't just been sarcasm. Swallowing, the Doubletake turns the collar of her jacket up to ward off the chill as she considers. Once, she might have immediately vowed not to say anything, but she'd learned a good deal from Jack in their time together such that she was no longer inclined to commit future versions of herself to anything. "I can do that." If there came a time she needed—or hells, wanted—to give up the Captain's secret, sure, she'd let him know.
Leaning forward, Flora crawls to Jack's side. In her mind's-eye, the captain raises his arm and tucks her in close to his side, and based on the queen's unflinching gaze, this is a thought she absolutely expects him to pick up on. "Is there anything else you'd want out of this arrangement?" To be King, to have the Ark improved, to see King's End buried in a pile of rubble.
Certainly she'd seen relationships built on far less.
Scoffing, Flora rolls her eyes up toward the starless sky before realizing that Jack's comment hadn't just been sarcasm. Swallowing, the Doubletake turns the collar of her jacket up to ward off the chill as she considers. Once, she might have immediately vowed not to say anything, but she'd learned a good deal from Jack in their time together such that she was no longer inclined to commit future versions of herself to anything. "I can do that." If there came a time she needed—or hells, wanted—to give up the Captain's secret, sure, she'd let him know.
Leaning forward, Flora crawls to Jack's side. In her mind's-eye, the captain raises his arm and tucks her in close to his side, and based on the queen's unflinching gaze, this is a thought she absolutely expects him to pick up on. "Is there anything else you'd want out of this arrangement?" To be King, to have the Ark improved, to see King's End buried in a pile of rubble.
