flora
The two of them have gotten into enough arguments and near-fights over their differing points of view that by now Flora knew what was and what wasn't worth arguing about. True, she still sometimes argued with the captain even when she knew it was a last cause, but in this, in the fact that he'd soon be the father to three kids but haha who cares, she knew anything she said (or thought) would just fall on deaf ears.
Inhaling sharply with surprise as if half expecting to feel a blade pressed against her skin rather than his fingertips for the abruptness with which Jack moves, Flora uses her free hand to brace against his arm in order to find her footing and not drag them both into the waves. It isn't an accusation she'd been expecting to hear, not when Jack had been doing literally whatever he pleased whether that meant fathering children, preparing to fuck Safrin, running off to the Grounds to get himself killed, or whatever else he got up to when he wasn't acting inconvenienced to be around her. "I mean, I don't even have that." The queen protests, of having him for a bit. Their one date had been transactional, and everything else felt like happenstance save for the one night he'd found her by the fountain.
The colour that flushed across her cheeks has little to do with Tallsun and instead perfectly complimented the dark garnet of her thoughts as she gave her head a small shake. "How am I trying to own you?" She wonders a touch weakly, not able to look him in the eyes because of how distracting the second star suddenly was.
Inhaling sharply with surprise as if half expecting to feel a blade pressed against her skin rather than his fingertips for the abruptness with which Jack moves, Flora uses her free hand to brace against his arm in order to find her footing and not drag them both into the waves. It isn't an accusation she'd been expecting to hear, not when Jack had been doing literally whatever he pleased whether that meant fathering children, preparing to fuck Safrin, running off to the Grounds to get himself killed, or whatever else he got up to when he wasn't acting inconvenienced to be around her. "I mean, I don't even have that." The queen protests, of having him for a bit. Their one date had been transactional, and everything else felt like happenstance save for the one night he'd found her by the fountain.
The colour that flushed across her cheeks has little to do with Tallsun and instead perfectly complimented the dark garnet of her thoughts as she gave her head a small shake. "How am I trying to own you?" She wonders a touch weakly, not able to look him in the eyes because of how distracting the second star suddenly was.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
