sinking

flora

Whether or not things would have been better or worse for the pair had Flora been able to read Jack's thoughts as easily as he could read hers, was anyone's guess. Certainly it would have eliminated a good deal of the uncertainty she felt in his presence—he was very good at making her feel as though arm's-length is where she belonged, such that she simultaneously felt distanced from him and wildly wanted when he let her step any closer—but she'd also have been subject to the rest of his thoughts as well. All the ones which had nothing to do with her, the ones which did find her grating, and annoying, and loud.

Melting against him as his hands drop to her waist, Flora is already rising onto her toes in an effort to bring his mouth back against hers when she feels him still. "Wh—" She mumbles, the sound a touch dreamy and utterly detached from the predator stalking down the coastline. Just beginning to twist in his arms to see what he was looking at, the roar has her grasping for him, the sound of which almost immediately douses the garnet flames coating her mind.

"What the fuck." She repeats, their conversation all but forgotten as her eyes widen. Not expecting Jack to accompany her, Flora abandons her shoes (and presumably the captain as well), before heading down the beach.

~FIN

I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!