flora
Indeed it had been over a week or so since Flora had spied the Ark docked in the harbour (it had felt like a month, in truth). When she'd gotten up that morning and hadn't spied the big galleon out of her window, she'd assumed it would be another full day (and night) before she might return. So it was that with her eyes closed and a sea breeze pushing back her salty hair and drying her skin, the very last voice she expected to hear was Jack's.
"Ewwwuhh." The queen gasps as an invisible hand reaches out to snatch away the underwear—and not simply because they were a pair meant for running in rather than being seen in. (They were ugly, okay). Not unable to turn properly toward him with the shoreline slowly devouring her, that Jack couldn't see the smile that blossomed instantly across her face at the sight of him hardly meant much. That she felt excited and relieved made her instantly feel a little foolish, and quickly she tried to douse the girlish flush of her thoughts.
"I didn't expect you back today." Or even anytime soon, if she was being honest.
"Ewwwuhh." The queen gasps as an invisible hand reaches out to snatch away the underwear—and not simply because they were a pair meant for running in rather than being seen in. (They were ugly, okay). Not unable to turn properly toward him with the shoreline slowly devouring her, that Jack couldn't see the smile that blossomed instantly across her face at the sight of him hardly meant much. That she felt excited and relieved made her instantly feel a little foolish, and quickly she tried to douse the girlish flush of her thoughts.
"I didn't expect you back today." Or even anytime soon, if she was being honest.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
