flora
"Believe what? That this feels like standing on the edge of a cliff?" Raking her fingertips through her hair, Flora utters a harsh and humourless laugh as splotches of colour appear on her cheeks. Trembling ever so slightly as she bites at the inside her lip, the queen can only turn her eyes out toward the ocean, wondering if drowning wouldn't have been a better metaphor.
"I'm not you." Flora hisses in response, the colour taking on a maroonish tilt in the moonlight as it spreads across her nose and flushes down her neck. She wasn't going to plan the way she felt around what it could or couldn't help her accomplish. No, she was shrewd enough now to know better than to act on every whim, but she'd done just fine so far emotional though she was.
"Wh—" Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, defensively even, Flora's head tilts back as she scoffs up at the stars. How the fuck this was such a difficult conversation to have with someone who could literally read her mind she didn't know. Where once Jack had described her thoughts as fireworks, she suddenly wasn't so sure if he hadn't just mistaken cannon fire for the flashes of light he so often saw. "Of course I don't." She hisses. "I might once have had rose-coloured glasses on with you, but I got rid of them a long time ago." The day he'd told her about his abilities whatever last remnants of them existed had been smashed down into the sand.
Pressing her nails against the sides of her arms, Flora jerkily lowers her chin. "I know that loving someone doesn't just magically make everything perfect and easy." It was why in the early stages of things when her feelings for the captain were nothing more than romantic fairytales it had been so easy to joke about it with him. To admonish him when he was too sweet to her, to mentally cluck her tongue at him and think don't make me fall in love with you, Jack, when the threat of it hadn't fully sunk its claws in. Only having spent seasons by his side and years in his orbit, her feelings had grown roots far deeper than she'd allowed herself to notice, until the thought of them terrified her, for the damage they'd inevitably cause.
"I know this could never work." Flora says softly after a moment, scowling down at the ground. Her thoughts edge towards an apology she isn't sure how to make, the haze of which has her blinking silently down at the sand, her mind trying to form sandcastles where there were only ruins and sunken ships. "With how you are...with how I am.." She swallows, her head shaking ever so slightly.
"I'm not you." Flora hisses in response, the colour taking on a maroonish tilt in the moonlight as it spreads across her nose and flushes down her neck. She wasn't going to plan the way she felt around what it could or couldn't help her accomplish. No, she was shrewd enough now to know better than to act on every whim, but she'd done just fine so far emotional though she was.
"Wh—" Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, defensively even, Flora's head tilts back as she scoffs up at the stars. How the fuck this was such a difficult conversation to have with someone who could literally read her mind she didn't know. Where once Jack had described her thoughts as fireworks, she suddenly wasn't so sure if he hadn't just mistaken cannon fire for the flashes of light he so often saw. "Of course I don't." She hisses. "I might once have had rose-coloured glasses on with you, but I got rid of them a long time ago." The day he'd told her about his abilities whatever last remnants of them existed had been smashed down into the sand.
Pressing her nails against the sides of her arms, Flora jerkily lowers her chin. "I know that loving someone doesn't just magically make everything perfect and easy." It was why in the early stages of things when her feelings for the captain were nothing more than romantic fairytales it had been so easy to joke about it with him. To admonish him when he was too sweet to her, to mentally cluck her tongue at him and think don't make me fall in love with you, Jack, when the threat of it hadn't fully sunk its claws in. Only having spent seasons by his side and years in his orbit, her feelings had grown roots far deeper than she'd allowed herself to notice, until the thought of them terrified her, for the damage they'd inevitably cause.
"I know this could never work." Flora says softly after a moment, scowling down at the ground. Her thoughts edge towards an apology she isn't sure how to make, the haze of which has her blinking silently down at the sand, her mind trying to form sandcastles where there were only ruins and sunken ships. "With how you are...with how I am.." She swallows, her head shaking ever so slightly.
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?
