your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Oh...oh? How had he not known it was her? Frowning but not saying anything, Flora turns and pushes Jack's door closed before making sure that it was locked.
It isn't the sort of reunion she might have hoped for, where the door opens and they run into each other's arms and profess how worried each had been and blah blah blah. Where Jack was concerned, at least, Flora had all but set aside her girlishly romantic notions of how their encounters might go, aiming for familiarity and settling for realism. "Yeah, my dads brought me. As soon as I could get out, I did." She murmurs, feeling the need to explain why she hadn't come around sooner.
Picking up the bucket and walking it toward him, Flora sets it down in front of his bunk before glancing around for a glass or something similar she could grab for him to drink from. "Shut up, of course I did." She huffs dismissively even though he was right. She didn't have to, but she'd wanted to, and so she had.
Snagging a glass that had probably contained whiskey or rum from his desk, Flora dumps the few remaining amber drops into his garbage before sinking down onto her knees in front of the bucket and scooping it into the water. "Here."
It isn't the sort of reunion she might have hoped for, where the door opens and they run into each other's arms and profess how worried each had been and blah blah blah. Where Jack was concerned, at least, Flora had all but set aside her girlishly romantic notions of how their encounters might go, aiming for familiarity and settling for realism. "Yeah, my dads brought me. As soon as I could get out, I did." She murmurs, feeling the need to explain why she hadn't come around sooner.
Picking up the bucket and walking it toward him, Flora sets it down in front of his bunk before glancing around for a glass or something similar she could grab for him to drink from. "Shut up, of course I did." She huffs dismissively even though he was right. She didn't have to, but she'd wanted to, and so she had.
Snagging a glass that had probably contained whiskey or rum from his desk, Flora dumps the few remaining amber drops into his garbage before sinking down onto her knees in front of the bucket and scooping it into the water. "Here."
