you look like my next mistake
"Shut up, Jack." Flora hums breezily as if hearing his thoughts—though really, the resigned sag of his shoulders and his groan said enough—but honestly, the Doubletake didn't give a fuck.
Tucking herself against him as she'd never been able to before, Flora's fingers trickle nonsensical cursive phrases across his chest. She's too tired to care much about pillow talk, so the captain will be spared questions of what is this scar from? or wHaT ARe We? Instead, she simply tugs the sheets over them before comfortably nestling herself once more into the crook of his arm.
Thinking not of the conversations they'd had that day or what it meant for the future, Flora turns her thoughts to the sound of Vai's voice and lets the witch's folksy refrains paint sweet greens and blues behind her closed eyes until she'd fallen into a deep and boneless sleep.
~FIN
Tucking herself against him as she'd never been able to before, Flora's fingers trickle nonsensical cursive phrases across his chest. She's too tired to care much about pillow talk, so the captain will be spared questions of what is this scar from? or wHaT ARe We? Instead, she simply tugs the sheets over them before comfortably nestling herself once more into the crook of his arm.
Thinking not of the conversations they'd had that day or what it meant for the future, Flora turns her thoughts to the sound of Vai's voice and lets the witch's folksy refrains paint sweet greens and blues behind her closed eyes until she'd fallen into a deep and boneless sleep.
~FIN
