marked me like a bloodstain
Stiffening, Jack will indeed feel a righteous but petulant urge to shake off his touch as his fingers loop around her wrist. The queen ignores it, though, only turning her head over her shoulder to regard him coldly for a second. A man who could read her mind was no good if she didn't know what she wanted, and she'd fight tooth and nail if he thought he was going to tell her what was best for her.
The chill lasts only a moment before her eyes drop toward his shoulder and the firebright flare dies entirely from her thoughts, leaving them swampy and dark. "I'm not going to be good company for you, tonight." Is all she can think to murmur; not with her thoughts full of self-loathing and violent pollution, not with the need to internally combust making her belly cramp, not with the desire to be fucking held by someone who didn't care about tear-stained pillows or the unsophisticated blues of her loneliness.
The chill lasts only a moment before her eyes drop toward his shoulder and the firebright flare dies entirely from her thoughts, leaving them swampy and dark. "I'm not going to be good company for you, tonight." Is all she can think to murmur; not with her thoughts full of self-loathing and violent pollution, not with the need to internally combust making her belly cramp, not with the desire to be fucking held by someone who didn't care about tear-stained pillows or the unsophisticated blues of her loneliness.
