marked me like a bloodstain
As Jack goes to leave, he'll be treated to a firework display of both crippling grief as well as relief; starbursts of deepest indigo mingling with soft greens that leave behind ugly afterimages that immediately fray and dissolve into thoughts drenched in sticky maroon. The very last thing the queen needed was to have another man pulling her close and then pushing her away because they couldn't handle their side of things. Koa had done it, Jack had done, and now Asta had.
Pinpointing the queen wouldn't be terribly difficult given he was already in the right area; the ripples of the fountain broke strangely where she was leaning against the marble, concentrated pink shimmered out from one distinct patch of water, and if the captain wanted to be really clever, shadow and light would reveal her easily enough.
Clenching her teeth together hard enough for her to hear them whining, the tears that track down her cheeks feel just as sharp as Asta's teeth had and it makes her gasp sharply as her breath hitches painfully in her throat. "It doesn't matter. It's fine, that's what the water is for."
Pinpointing the queen wouldn't be terribly difficult given he was already in the right area; the ripples of the fountain broke strangely where she was leaning against the marble, concentrated pink shimmered out from one distinct patch of water, and if the captain wanted to be really clever, shadow and light would reveal her easily enough.
Clenching her teeth together hard enough for her to hear them whining, the tears that track down her cheeks feel just as sharp as Asta's teeth had and it makes her gasp sharply as her breath hitches painfully in her throat. "It doesn't matter. It's fine, that's what the water is for."
