flora
So powerful and yet elegant, Flora watches in stunned silence as the enormous creatures swim through the cosmos. She wonders what it might be like to be that free, to be so openly admired, to be above it all.
Lonely, she imagines.
However, from where she stands on the Ark's deck, Torchline a forgotten thing far below them and the endless possibilities laid out before around her in the swirling of the various constellations, Flora can't imagine anything more beautiful.
As Jack moves to stand in front of her, it's precisely the sort of manish handling of her that Flora has come to expect, to want, of the captain, and it leaves her a touch breathless as he pulls her against him. Letting her fingertips rove up his vest before smoothing down the fabric and circling around his neck, she presses her nails against the back of his scalp. "I know." She whispers. "But I want you to kiss me."
To kiss her like he meant it, even if he didn't.
Like it had been his idea, even if hadn't.
Like he wasn't bound up in her strings moving only at her pleasure.
Like if she chose him, if she chose power and keeping his secret over the possibility of being loved, that it could still be worth it.
Like he could make her believe it, anyways.
Lonely, she imagines.
However, from where she stands on the Ark's deck, Torchline a forgotten thing far below them and the endless possibilities laid out before around her in the swirling of the various constellations, Flora can't imagine anything more beautiful.
As Jack moves to stand in front of her, it's precisely the sort of manish handling of her that Flora has come to expect, to want, of the captain, and it leaves her a touch breathless as he pulls her against him. Letting her fingertips rove up his vest before smoothing down the fabric and circling around his neck, she presses her nails against the back of his scalp. "I know." She whispers. "But I want you to kiss me."
To kiss her like he meant it, even if he didn't.
Like it had been his idea, even if hadn't.
Like he wasn't bound up in her strings moving only at her pleasure.
Like if she chose him, if she chose power and keeping his secret over the possibility of being loved, that it could still be worth it.
Like he could make her believe it, anyways.
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?
