your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
'Well, best set an alarm then.' Flora says with a lazy smirk, and though they can't have been awake for more than an hour, already she feels sleep tugging at the balls of her feet and weighing down her bones.
The thing about mind readers, Flora was learning, was that they more or less acted as if everyone else could read thoughts too. At least the captain did. Where Jack didn't ever have to read into anything Flora said, the queen was constantly left on the backfoot where he was concerned. I'm headed to Hak Etme. Mirage crab to kill, which had actually meant you're welcome to join me; a squeeze to her arm which meant are you fucking sure about this?; a whisper against her ear that he didn't want to hear it. Did that mean the arm suddenly around her waist and the body pressed against hers? Or the things he'd said he wanted her to say, and now didn't?
Assuming it was the latter, Flora had meant it when she'd said that he wouldn't want to know, the queen let herself relax fully against the bed, her expectations firmly thrust back where they belonged. Twisting her hair and tucking it beneath her head so that Jack wouldn't have to breathe it in, she reached up a hand, her fingers curling into his hair as she contoured herself against him. "Night Jack," She whispered for the second time, before letting her hand withdraw and placing it atop of his around her waist.
The thing about mind readers, Flora was learning, was that they more or less acted as if everyone else could read thoughts too. At least the captain did. Where Jack didn't ever have to read into anything Flora said, the queen was constantly left on the backfoot where he was concerned. I'm headed to Hak Etme. Mirage crab to kill, which had actually meant you're welcome to join me; a squeeze to her arm which meant are you fucking sure about this?; a whisper against her ear that he didn't want to hear it. Did that mean the arm suddenly around her waist and the body pressed against hers? Or the things he'd said he wanted her to say, and now didn't?
Assuming it was the latter, Flora had meant it when she'd said that he wouldn't want to know, the queen let herself relax fully against the bed, her expectations firmly thrust back where they belonged. Twisting her hair and tucking it beneath her head so that Jack wouldn't have to breathe it in, she reached up a hand, her fingers curling into his hair as she contoured herself against him. "Night Jack," She whispered for the second time, before letting her hand withdraw and placing it atop of his around her waist.
