marked me like a bloodstain
"Get in the bed, dummy." Flora says softly, rolling her eyes affectionately up at him. Never mind that Jack seemed just now like an outdoor cat that some bougee family had adopted against his will, the queen was too tired either to poke fun at him about it, or to wait for him to stop fidgeting on his own. Unless...unless he'd planned to come in but not stay? Was that all he'd meant by I'm not going anywhere; just that he wasn't leaving her threshold?
Trying not to let her mind flood with yet more swampy doubt and insecurity, the queen quietly clears her throat. "What does predictable look like?" Was it all just one colour? One line of thinking? Were there no gardens, no waves, no fires?
Knowing it wasn't what she needed to help her sleep but doing it anyway, Flora reached for the rum and took several sips. Though it had her thoughts lazily spreading away from one another, their edges blurred and frayed such that she could think of teeth pressed against the inside of her thigh hard enough to draw blood without flinching away.
Trying not to let her mind flood with yet more swampy doubt and insecurity, the queen quietly clears her throat. "What does predictable look like?" Was it all just one colour? One line of thinking? Were there no gardens, no waves, no fires?
Knowing it wasn't what she needed to help her sleep but doing it anyway, Flora reached for the rum and took several sips. Though it had her thoughts lazily spreading away from one another, their edges blurred and frayed such that she could think of teeth pressed against the inside of her thigh hard enough to draw blood without flinching away.
