marked me like a bloodstain
"Oh." Of fucking course. Jack didn't need to have had an abusive upbringing, he only needed to have had the thoughts of everyone he'd ever known needling their way into his mind, ruining moments that might have seemed perfect to him, or revealing secrets he might have preferred not knowing. "I guess you can tell when people are actually kind." She murmurs softly; doubtless, there weren't that many of them.
Returning, having slipped into a robe made of lilac silk, fresh-faced and with a brush in one hand, Flora moves to stand at the captain's side, smiling softly. "Having this view is quite convenient." She murmurs. "Saves me from wandering down the harbour only to learn that the Ark is out." Glancing at Jack over her shoulder as she brushes the remaining tangles from her hair, Flora glances at the bottle of rum on one of the bedside tables—the one with a picture of she and her twin on it—and swaps out her hairbrush for the bottle.
Returning, having slipped into a robe made of lilac silk, fresh-faced and with a brush in one hand, Flora moves to stand at the captain's side, smiling softly. "Having this view is quite convenient." She murmurs. "Saves me from wandering down the harbour only to learn that the Ark is out." Glancing at Jack over her shoulder as she brushes the remaining tangles from her hair, Flora glances at the bottle of rum on one of the bedside tables—the one with a picture of she and her twin on it—and swaps out her hairbrush for the bottle.
