flora
It does feel exactly like that, a knife between them, so much so that Flora visibly flinches as Jack says the word. Love. It felt forbidden, a rusty lock that having been pried open would never close properly again. Not being a mindreader herself, Flora didn't have the luxury of feeling the captain's mind carve out the shape of the e and the v in the dying moments before they'd both cum in each other's arms days before; in Flora's mind, she was alone on this cliff, her heels already hanging over the edge from having backed away from it as far as she could. All there was left to do was throw herself off and hope she survived the fall.
"It...it isn't about why." She stammers uncertainly. There were reasons she could give of course, but the why of loving someone wasn't the sort of thing that could be reduced down to a handful of words that were in any way satisfying. None that she could think of, anyhow.
But then, unusual as it was, Jack goes and says something so wildly dissonant to the trajectory of her thoughts that it stops Flora in her tracks. Frowning at him, her eyes dark in the starlight, the queen gives her head a distracted little shake, confusion furrowing her brow. "...and?" No, he was no white knight, yes he'd murdered people (recently, apparently); while Flora didn't agree he was trash, she could only shrug at his idea of what it was she deserved.
Even so, for all of his reasons (excuses?), what of it?
"It...it isn't about why." She stammers uncertainly. There were reasons she could give of course, but the why of loving someone wasn't the sort of thing that could be reduced down to a handful of words that were in any way satisfying. None that she could think of, anyhow.
But then, unusual as it was, Jack goes and says something so wildly dissonant to the trajectory of her thoughts that it stops Flora in her tracks. Frowning at him, her eyes dark in the starlight, the queen gives her head a distracted little shake, confusion furrowing her brow. "...and?" No, he was no white knight, yes he'd murdered people (recently, apparently); while Flora didn't agree he was trash, she could only shrug at his idea of what it was she deserved.
Even so, for all of his reasons (excuses?), what of it?
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?
