marked me like a bloodstain
It's everything she does and doesn't want rolled up into a perfect package, which is certainly not what Flora is used to receiving from Jack. There was no hiding her tears from him, even if she were to wipe them away on her shoulder or her pillow before they could streak onto his face, no hiding the way her thoughts wanted to shatter and return to moments of blood and torn skin where she could live in the pain as if she deserved it. There was only gentleness, something she craved and feared in the moment, and an intimacy that was much more than skin deep.
Lifting her arms, the Doubletake allows her robe to be removed, pressing immediately back into his hands and shivering within the fingers of moonlight that have her golden skin looking silver. Rather than stretching herself out next to him so that she might feel long and lean in his hands, instead as the Doubletake slips astride the captain properly, she's little more than a ball of skin and bones as her fingers slide across his jawline to bring his lips up to meet hers.
Lifting her arms, the Doubletake allows her robe to be removed, pressing immediately back into his hands and shivering within the fingers of moonlight that have her golden skin looking silver. Rather than stretching herself out next to him so that she might feel long and lean in his hands, instead as the Doubletake slips astride the captain properly, she's little more than a ball of skin and bones as her fingers slide across his jawline to bring his lips up to meet hers.
