your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"That I very much doubt." Flora says, laughing under her breath. No doubt the queen was the only one who looked at the captain a certain sort of way, but if he thought he wasn't the object of many a lingering stare, he should probably get his telepathy checked out.
Jack's words have a smile curling on Flora's lips, before a dark shadow passes over her thoughts. She knows what he's doing, this inching toward something; these offered breadcrumbs, this decorating the S.S. Situationship to look like something that, down at its core, it wasn't. With enough pagentry, he probably assumed that they'd never need to really talk about anything. Anytime things got too close to an actual conversation he could simply kiss the concern from her lips, or tug her against him and whisper I don't want to talk about it, and that'd be that.
On another day, Flora probably would have just accepted it with a laugh and some witty remark, but there were some things sleep and healing water couldn't fix, and while she knew the captain would likely frown at the melancholy slant of her thoughts, sometimes it be like that Jack. It be like that when you've twanged the heartstrings of a 21-year-old long enough to have created something musical, only to toss the instrument aside when it suits you.
Following behind, Flora blinks as she steps out into the sunlight. The heat is instant and heavy upon her skin, and though Jack's shirt is still immodestly unbuttoned from his fingers the night before, gods it already feels far too warm. Sweeping her knotted curls off her neck and hastily tying them atop her head, Flora heads ahead of Jack up toward the deck.
Jack's words have a smile curling on Flora's lips, before a dark shadow passes over her thoughts. She knows what he's doing, this inching toward something; these offered breadcrumbs, this decorating the S.S. Situationship to look like something that, down at its core, it wasn't. With enough pagentry, he probably assumed that they'd never need to really talk about anything. Anytime things got too close to an actual conversation he could simply kiss the concern from her lips, or tug her against him and whisper I don't want to talk about it, and that'd be that.
On another day, Flora probably would have just accepted it with a laugh and some witty remark, but there were some things sleep and healing water couldn't fix, and while she knew the captain would likely frown at the melancholy slant of her thoughts, sometimes it be like that Jack. It be like that when you've twanged the heartstrings of a 21-year-old long enough to have created something musical, only to toss the instrument aside when it suits you.
Following behind, Flora blinks as she steps out into the sunlight. The heat is instant and heavy upon her skin, and though Jack's shirt is still immodestly unbuttoned from his fingers the night before, gods it already feels far too warm. Sweeping her knotted curls off her neck and hastily tying them atop her head, Flora heads ahead of Jack up toward the deck.
