flora
"Maybe, but if I played my hand the way you would everytime, I think you and I would have a few more problems." Flora purrs. Torchline could only handle one Captain Jack, and though there were more than a few likeminded individuals, Flora was quite certain that if she—or anyone—even approached Jack's level of cunning, he'd not be glad for the competition.
Frowning, the circle of her vision suddenly grows dark and blank until Jack lowers the spyglass. With a gasp of delight, Flora very nearly drops the spyglass as her hands collide with one another. "Jack!" She cries, wildly delighted. "Look!" As if he hadn't been.
"Gods look at them. They're incredible."
For a moment as Flora's excitement reaches a girlish fever pitch in the back of her throat and she isn't sure how she'll be able to contain herself, it occurs to her that perhaps she ought to try and play things a little bit cooler than she was, before realizing, once again, the implications of Jack's magic. There was no too excited, nor too much joy. There was nothing of which Flora could derive pleasure from that the captain would scoff at, because, so long as he was within 30ft of her, her joy simply was his.
That Jack's motives for making the date memorable were even more selfish than Flora had originally thought made things better, she was finding, not worse. At least she knew that not everything she felt from his was fake.
"Com'ere." She whispers, glancing at him over her shoulder.
Frowning, the circle of her vision suddenly grows dark and blank until Jack lowers the spyglass. With a gasp of delight, Flora very nearly drops the spyglass as her hands collide with one another. "Jack!" She cries, wildly delighted. "Look!" As if he hadn't been.
"Gods look at them. They're incredible."
For a moment as Flora's excitement reaches a girlish fever pitch in the back of her throat and she isn't sure how she'll be able to contain herself, it occurs to her that perhaps she ought to try and play things a little bit cooler than she was, before realizing, once again, the implications of Jack's magic. There was no too excited, nor too much joy. There was nothing of which Flora could derive pleasure from that the captain would scoff at, because, so long as he was within 30ft of her, her joy simply was his.
That Jack's motives for making the date memorable were even more selfish than Flora had originally thought made things better, she was finding, not worse. At least she knew that not everything she felt from his was fake.
"Com'ere." She whispers, glancing at him over her shoulder.
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?
