flora
Yeah. A date.
Only neither she nor Jack had set a timeframe, and as LongNight came to an end and the sun began to shine again, Flora wondered if perhaps the captain had changed his mind. So when she finds a bottle just outside of her doorstep as she leaves to go for her morning run—one tied with one of the captain's rings no less—Flora can't help but feel a little relieved. Had she been rejected by yet another man, even if this was more or less just a business arrangement, she might have considered jumping off the upper end of Haulani.
Not to her death, but just to be suitably dramatic.
Instead, Flora spent a good portion of the day trying to pick out an outfit: it needed to be suitably alluring without appearing as though she'd put too much thought into it. Deciding on a pair of high-waisted jeans and a blousy lowcut white top, Flora adorned her fingers with her usual stacks of rings—as well as the one Jack had left with the note—before tying her hair into a loose ponytail and setting off toward the docks.
Of course what she saw there had her nearly pinching herself to see if she was dreaming.
Walking towards the Ark, her mind an excited jumble of what the fuck has he gone and done, paired with all sorts of what ifs for how their night might unfold, Flora paused before the gangway just incase she'd completely gotten this all wrong. "Uh...Jack?"
Only neither she nor Jack had set a timeframe, and as LongNight came to an end and the sun began to shine again, Flora wondered if perhaps the captain had changed his mind. So when she finds a bottle just outside of her doorstep as she leaves to go for her morning run—one tied with one of the captain's rings no less—Flora can't help but feel a little relieved. Had she been rejected by yet another man, even if this was more or less just a business arrangement, she might have considered jumping off the upper end of Haulani.
Not to her death, but just to be suitably dramatic.
Instead, Flora spent a good portion of the day trying to pick out an outfit: it needed to be suitably alluring without appearing as though she'd put too much thought into it. Deciding on a pair of high-waisted jeans and a blousy lowcut white top, Flora adorned her fingers with her usual stacks of rings—as well as the one Jack had left with the note—before tying her hair into a loose ponytail and setting off toward the docks.
Of course what she saw there had her nearly pinching herself to see if she was dreaming.
Walking towards the Ark, her mind an excited jumble of what the fuck has he gone and done, paired with all sorts of what ifs for how their night might unfold, Flora paused before the gangway just incase she'd completely gotten this all wrong. "Uh...Jack?"
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
