flora
Pressing her nails into her skin, Flora nods numbly. "Well, if you don't know how it feels, it's because you've never felt it." She points out, even as the logic has sheets of ice forcing down the waves of her mind, trapping her in waters too deep and cold to possibly swim against. Young as she was, even Flora knew that love wasn't the sort of thing you just tripped over. It didn't arrive with a neat little label or bow, didn't come with a return to sender address just in case it wasn't what you'd been hoping for. It was the sort of thing realized in moments of passion or sadness, or in the middle of a fight when what you meant to say was "fuck you", but it somehow came out "I love you" instead.
Watching the flecks of ice shiver from his fingertip, Flora can only turn somewhat away from him, preferring to look at the sea instead of the inevitable ending that they'd nearly found themselves pressed up against.
"Yeah." Her shoulders slump, fingertips rubbing idly at the remarks her nails had left upon her skin. Where else? "I tried not to." Flora says softly, her eyes tracing the places the froth of the waves disappeared into the shoreline before being tugged back again and again by the tide. Though her mind shivers with the sort of mist that normally heralds tears, the queen's eyes just stare listlessly out at the sea. She'd known if they ever made it to this point in the wHAt R We conversation it would be over, never more so than when Jack had seen the word hidden beneath layers of knots she'd worked so hard to tie, only for them all to come entirely unbound, and he'd just...
Well, he'd done more or less exactly what Flora had always known he would: reluctantly salvage what he could, move on when he couldn't.
"And when I couldn't stop it I thought I could just keep it from you, but.." Glancing at him over her shoulder, a stilted smile pulls at one corner of Flora's mouth. Fucking mind readers, innit.
Watching the flecks of ice shiver from his fingertip, Flora can only turn somewhat away from him, preferring to look at the sea instead of the inevitable ending that they'd nearly found themselves pressed up against.
"Yeah." Her shoulders slump, fingertips rubbing idly at the remarks her nails had left upon her skin. Where else? "I tried not to." Flora says softly, her eyes tracing the places the froth of the waves disappeared into the shoreline before being tugged back again and again by the tide. Though her mind shivers with the sort of mist that normally heralds tears, the queen's eyes just stare listlessly out at the sea. She'd known if they ever made it to this point in the wHAt R We conversation it would be over, never more so than when Jack had seen the word hidden beneath layers of knots she'd worked so hard to tie, only for them all to come entirely unbound, and he'd just...
Well, he'd done more or less exactly what Flora had always known he would: reluctantly salvage what he could, move on when he couldn't.
"And when I couldn't stop it I thought I could just keep it from you, but.." Glancing at him over her shoulder, a stilted smile pulls at one corner of Flora's mouth. Fucking mind readers, innit.
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?
