marked me like a bloodstain
With aching feet and the feeling of exhaustion that came from having cried far too many times in too short a period, Flora takes a step back into the shadows, if only to hide the fresh rush of tears. It didn't matter that Jack was staying she told herself. It didn't matter because this was all just so that down the road he could say that he had and win some future argument. Even so, it had a sob hiccuping in the back of the queen's throat to find herself again shearing off pieces of herself if only to trade for a bit of intimacy from a man who'd explicitly said he could never love her.
Reaching for the bottle of rum before allowing her bag to slide off of her shoulder, the Doubletake wordlessly holds it out for the captain. It was his preferred vintage, as if some small part of her had always known it would end up like this. Or perhaps she'd just wanted the taste of him on the lips of the man who was supposed to have been here with her.
Reaching for the bottle of rum before allowing her bag to slide off of her shoulder, the Doubletake wordlessly holds it out for the captain. It was his preferred vintage, as if some small part of her had always known it would end up like this. Or perhaps she'd just wanted the taste of him on the lips of the man who was supposed to have been here with her.
