flora
After the war Flora had been too consumed by the grief of her twin's death to have thought much about what Koa was going through—had she even known? even asked?—and just as it had been selfish of her then, it was just as selfish of her now to feel a flush of guilt for having not thought more about what Stormbreak's takeover might mean for the dragoon on a personal level. Unlike with Jack, though, at least the queen could hide those feelings behind a carefully curated series of expressions and touches.
Letting her palm fall away from the scruff of his cheek to land upon his shoulder and then caress his upper arm, the Doubletake nods silently as she watches the emotions flare across his face the way one might watch a summer storm far out on the ocean. It was as beautiful as it was worrisome, but she couldn't look away, nor did she want to. "I'm sure it hurt, even if you knew she didn't mean it." Flora murmurs in the silence that descends. Wishing she could just tug him against her, to kiss away every frown and blot away his hurt and anger with laughter or passion, the queen instead takes a slow breath and forces herself to stop swimming against the conversational current they were both caught in.
"If you were in her position, what would you do?" She asks, glancing up at the dragoon. "If there was someone you wanted to protect, but knew that everything you said was being heard by someone else?" As with most men, Flora was fairly certain she couldn't just reason Koa through his feelings, but perhaps he could do it himself.
Letting her palm fall away from the scruff of his cheek to land upon his shoulder and then caress his upper arm, the Doubletake nods silently as she watches the emotions flare across his face the way one might watch a summer storm far out on the ocean. It was as beautiful as it was worrisome, but she couldn't look away, nor did she want to. "I'm sure it hurt, even if you knew she didn't mean it." Flora murmurs in the silence that descends. Wishing she could just tug him against her, to kiss away every frown and blot away his hurt and anger with laughter or passion, the queen instead takes a slow breath and forces herself to stop swimming against the conversational current they were both caught in.
"If you were in her position, what would you do?" She asks, glancing up at the dragoon. "If there was someone you wanted to protect, but knew that everything you said was being heard by someone else?" As with most men, Flora was fairly certain she couldn't just reason Koa through his feelings, but perhaps he could do it himself.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
