flora
Hearing the sound of footsteps at the top of the shrine, ones far softer than she'd have expected from Jack's boots, as the captain descends he'll see Flora peering curiously up into the darkness. Her confusion is only compounded by the fact that, despite apparently being naked, Jack seems utterly fine.
Better than fine, probably, given that he's now presumably immortal.
"Uh—oh." Her eyes drop to his side where she can indeed see fine black lines snaking across his skin beneath the mud. It isn't surprising, not with the stars she already has and the golden shackles which were once on Ronin's wrists. "Guess you're a tattoo guy, now, huh?" She mutters a touch tonelessly as Jack breezes by her with an explanation that she supposes makes sense, even if it leaves her feeling adrift in his wake.
Glancing at his clothes, Flora collects them, following him outside. She'd mentally prepared for him to be a useless mess the way he had before, and seeing him brighteyed, bushy-tailed and apparently having had a mud-wrap was not at all what she'd expected out of the captain.
"No bloody nose this time. That's nice." She hums, sitting down on one of the large boulders that encircled the lighthouse. Somewhere, Aoife's grave lay amidst the stones, but it was too dark to know precisely where.
Better than fine, probably, given that he's now presumably immortal.
"Uh—oh." Her eyes drop to his side where she can indeed see fine black lines snaking across his skin beneath the mud. It isn't surprising, not with the stars she already has and the golden shackles which were once on Ronin's wrists. "Guess you're a tattoo guy, now, huh?" She mutters a touch tonelessly as Jack breezes by her with an explanation that she supposes makes sense, even if it leaves her feeling adrift in his wake.
Glancing at his clothes, Flora collects them, following him outside. She'd mentally prepared for him to be a useless mess the way he had before, and seeing him brighteyed, bushy-tailed and apparently having had a mud-wrap was not at all what she'd expected out of the captain.
"No bloody nose this time. That's nice." She hums, sitting down on one of the large boulders that encircled the lighthouse. Somewhere, Aoife's grave lay amidst the stones, but it was too dark to know precisely where.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
