your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"You really want me to do that?" The queen chirps back, her mind cherry-picking the interpretations that best suited her, obviously, and had Jack not wanted that to happen he knew damn well better by now to choose his words more carefully. He also knew how calling her love tended to have butterflies taking wing in her belly but he still did that often enough.
About to nudge Jack back to life as he stills, recognizing what it was he was likely doing, Flora did her best to try and slow the tide of her own thoughts, focusing dimly on just one thing—an errant string on the corner of Jack's shoulder—that she might not drown out whatever he was trying to hone in on. Go on.. Snaking her arms around the captain's chest and leaning her mouth and nose against his shoulder in a pantomime of bored girl waits for ship with broody boyfriend, the queen lets her eyes brush casually over the two figures.
Are they looking at us?
About to nudge Jack back to life as he stills, recognizing what it was he was likely doing, Flora did her best to try and slow the tide of her own thoughts, focusing dimly on just one thing—an errant string on the corner of Jack's shoulder—that she might not drown out whatever he was trying to hone in on. Go on.. Snaking her arms around the captain's chest and leaning her mouth and nose against his shoulder in a pantomime of bored girl waits for ship with broody boyfriend, the queen lets her eyes brush casually over the two figures.
Are they looking at us?
