flora
Raising her eyebrows right back at him—biologically she might not have Ronin's eyebrows but she plays a damn good eyebrow game thanks to him—Flora's thoughts flash neon high letters that spell out w e l l ? He'd more than proved on the stupidly perfect date he'd taken her on that he was more than capable of putting in the effort when it was required of him, and while she couldn't quite put it to words, the (only) night they'd spent together had meant more to her than she could ever possibly say. That's what made it sting so much more acutely when he couldn't be bothered to give her the time of day or made it seem like she was just an annoyance he was obligated to trail after.
"Then why act like it's such an inconvenience to you?" Why was she always dragging him here or there, always imposing on him with this or that?
There's no objection in Flora's thoughts, stubborn as the majority of them suddenly are. The strands of gold and red that covered that certain word were replaced by immovable trees that cast lengthy and haunted shadows across the stiffening landscape of her mind. Even so, as Jack's lips pressed against hers, Flora softened by degrees, unable not to. She'd been in love with the idea of being in love with Jack ever since she'd first met him years before, and while she never could have predicted the strange situationship they now found themselves aboard, gods but she found herself inexorably drawn back to him time and time again. Don't, she thinks, even as she drops her shoes and wraps her arm around his neck. You can't just kiss me and make everything okay.
But somehow he could.
Because he was.
"Then why act like it's such an inconvenience to you?" Why was she always dragging him here or there, always imposing on him with this or that?
There's no objection in Flora's thoughts, stubborn as the majority of them suddenly are. The strands of gold and red that covered that certain word were replaced by immovable trees that cast lengthy and haunted shadows across the stiffening landscape of her mind. Even so, as Jack's lips pressed against hers, Flora softened by degrees, unable not to. She'd been in love with the idea of being in love with Jack ever since she'd first met him years before, and while she never could have predicted the strange situationship they now found themselves aboard, gods but she found herself inexorably drawn back to him time and time again. Don't, she thinks, even as she drops her shoes and wraps her arm around his neck. You can't just kiss me and make everything okay.
But somehow he could.
Because he was.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
