you look like my next mistake
If ever there was a time that Flora's need to be the centre of attention was a benefit rather than just a girlish kink, perhaps it was now. Indeed, there weren't many instances where being egotistical and self-centred were thought of as good traits, but had the Dobuletake not thought herself capable of looming so large in Jack's thoughts, she'd never have even attempted to block out the noise of the world with the weight of her mind.
Malleable against him, Flora's fingers begin to work at the buttons of the captain's coat as her mind hones in on individual sensations she assumes Jack is less familiar with: the ache that comes from too much laughter, the weightless feeling of butterflies rising up and fluttering in the back of one's throat, the sensation of wanting to laugh and scream at the same time, of breathless joy.
Each time she's aware of some invading voice or streak of colour not of her own making, Flora contours herself against the captain's wandering hands as her tongue scolded him for his lack of attention on her.
Malleable against him, Flora's fingers begin to work at the buttons of the captain's coat as her mind hones in on individual sensations she assumes Jack is less familiar with: the ache that comes from too much laughter, the weightless feeling of butterflies rising up and fluttering in the back of one's throat, the sensation of wanting to laugh and scream at the same time, of breathless joy.
Each time she's aware of some invading voice or streak of colour not of her own making, Flora contours herself against the captain's wandering hands as her tongue scolded him for his lack of attention on her.
