marked me like a bloodstain
It's everything Asta had done post-bite as well—the apology, drawing her into his lap, speaking in a soothing voice—only Flora is still too shaken by the initial trigger to draw too many parallels, and so rather than flinching away from the captain again, she moves without resistance.
At first the queen is limp in Jack's arms, boneless—lifeless—before she's shivering despite the warmth of him and the blanket he's drawn around her. "It was my fault." Flora says again, just as she had when he'd asked before; but yes, he had. "I thought...he didn't say it would be like that, and—" Blood is what finishes it, darling. It was her fault for not asking how much. Her fault for thinking she could control a situation she didn't even fully understand. Her fault for asking him to obey and then being surprised when he didn't.
Glancing down at herself, expecting to see blood covering her breasts and bubbling between her thighs, Flora stifles a small sound as she buries her face against Jack's chest.
"And the way he looked at me after...like..." Like she was some trick that he'd fallen for, and in better lighting he'd realized the error of his ways, not unlike eating a cheap bit of chocolate that at the time looks good, but later leaves you feeling disappointed for wasting the calories on it because it hadn't even been that tasty.
"Fuck." The word rasps from her lips as she shakes her head against the captain's warm skin.
At first the queen is limp in Jack's arms, boneless—lifeless—before she's shivering despite the warmth of him and the blanket he's drawn around her. "It was my fault." Flora says again, just as she had when he'd asked before; but yes, he had. "I thought...he didn't say it would be like that, and—" Blood is what finishes it, darling. It was her fault for not asking how much. Her fault for thinking she could control a situation she didn't even fully understand. Her fault for asking him to obey and then being surprised when he didn't.
Glancing down at herself, expecting to see blood covering her breasts and bubbling between her thighs, Flora stifles a small sound as she buries her face against Jack's chest.
"And the way he looked at me after...like..." Like she was some trick that he'd fallen for, and in better lighting he'd realized the error of his ways, not unlike eating a cheap bit of chocolate that at the time looks good, but later leaves you feeling disappointed for wasting the calories on it because it hadn't even been that tasty.
"Fuck." The word rasps from her lips as she shakes her head against the captain's warm skin.
