marked me like a bloodstain
Giving Jack a flat stare before smirking and softly rolling her eyes, she lets her gaze drift softly over the moon bright sea and shrugs. "Gasp, a compliment?" Huffing a quiet teasing breath, Flora has the bottle of rum halfway to her lips as the captain mentions the Reaper's name. Despite the way the barbs and thorns of Flora's thoughts had begun to curl back in on themselves, now they flinched and stiffened in preparation for Jack to tell her once again how she'd fucked up.
Blinking, Flora takes a sip, and then another before pressing the back of her hand against her mouth and savouring the burn. She didn't doubt that Dahlia's mind was like a shark, but it did raise the obvious question: "And what kind of mind do you have?" She wonders, raising a brow as she holds the bottle out to him. Sharklike seemed to fit the captain just as well as the Reaper, and certainly it seemed to make sense that if she shouldn't get close to one, she shouldn't get close to either.
Blinking, Flora takes a sip, and then another before pressing the back of her hand against her mouth and savouring the burn. She didn't doubt that Dahlia's mind was like a shark, but it did raise the obvious question: "And what kind of mind do you have?" She wonders, raising a brow as she holds the bottle out to him. Sharklike seemed to fit the captain just as well as the Reaper, and certainly it seemed to make sense that if she shouldn't get close to one, she shouldn't get close to either.
