flora
"Okay but, we made it here in one piece and you didn't have to risk the Ark." The queen points out, eyebrows raised. "If it gets under your skin so much, why not just have that be what you ask Safrin for?" Either he could make her hull able to sail through lava or have Safrin just let her sail through daytime skies. The sun was a star, right? So if the goddess needed a loophole, she was sure Jack could provide it.
Not minding at all watching the captain strip down, Flora tugs at the belt around her waist which has the dress billowing open. Shrugging out of it and folding it more or less neatly, she puts it into her own bag (they weren't so domestic as to be sharing yet, don't worry), Flora follows the captain deeper into the caves until he finds a place he apparently deems suitable. Given that Jack could probably thicken or move the mist at will, the queen wasn't entirely sure what his criteria for stopping was, before, oh. Just a flat rock.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" She asks, planting a hand on her hip and smirking down at him, unmoved by the sharpness of his stare. While Jack might have born witness to the worst of Flora, she'd seen his best, and it was hard to find the ice in his stare anything but adorable when she could still hear the roughness of his morning-voice ringing in her ears.
"Come on, you'll like it, I promise." She adds, offering him her hand.
Not minding at all watching the captain strip down, Flora tugs at the belt around her waist which has the dress billowing open. Shrugging out of it and folding it more or less neatly, she puts it into her own bag (they weren't so domestic as to be sharing yet, don't worry), Flora follows the captain deeper into the caves until he finds a place he apparently deems suitable. Given that Jack could probably thicken or move the mist at will, the queen wasn't entirely sure what his criteria for stopping was, before, oh. Just a flat rock.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" She asks, planting a hand on her hip and smirking down at him, unmoved by the sharpness of his stare. While Jack might have born witness to the worst of Flora, she'd seen his best, and it was hard to find the ice in his stare anything but adorable when she could still hear the roughness of his morning-voice ringing in her ears.
"Come on, you'll like it, I promise." She adds, offering him her hand.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
