marked me like a bloodstain
No, Flora wasn't playing hard to get in a desperate bid for the captain to suddenly realize he did have deep and meaningful feelings for her, but nor did she expect to feel so summarily rejected.
Again.
Shouldering her bag all the more tightly, Flora stomped away from the fountain before having to soften her steps as the smooth ground turned to cobblestones. Reaching into her bag the queen pulls out a bottle of red she'd brought for her DAtE; one of the nicer bottles she had, actually, and one she'd been saving for a special occasion. Welllll, what could be more special than a bit of internal combusting, mm? Opening the bottle and tugging the cork out with her teeth, the queen takes a long sip caring very little about the small streams that leaked from the corners of her mouth.
Only once she was close to the Hanged Man did she stop, unaware of Jack's presence, in order to slip into the obnoxiously strappy heels she'd been wearing earlier. Lifting her chin, she breezes into her own bar, holding up her hands in greeting as she was recognized. The captain would feel Flora's thoughts turn from grimy and hostile to suddenly brightly lit, but garishly so. Like cheap string lights with multicoloured paper plastered over them instead of coloured glass, her genuine emotions were stuffed beneath a layer of sugary sweetness that now pulsed in gaudy colours.
Again.
Shouldering her bag all the more tightly, Flora stomped away from the fountain before having to soften her steps as the smooth ground turned to cobblestones. Reaching into her bag the queen pulls out a bottle of red she'd brought for her DAtE; one of the nicer bottles she had, actually, and one she'd been saving for a special occasion. Welllll, what could be more special than a bit of internal combusting, mm? Opening the bottle and tugging the cork out with her teeth, the queen takes a long sip caring very little about the small streams that leaked from the corners of her mouth.
Only once she was close to the Hanged Man did she stop, unaware of Jack's presence, in order to slip into the obnoxiously strappy heels she'd been wearing earlier. Lifting her chin, she breezes into her own bar, holding up her hands in greeting as she was recognized. The captain would feel Flora's thoughts turn from grimy and hostile to suddenly brightly lit, but garishly so. Like cheap string lights with multicoloured paper plastered over them instead of coloured glass, her genuine emotions were stuffed beneath a layer of sugary sweetness that now pulsed in gaudy colours.
