flora
"Nah." Now the pulse of tears begins in earnest, sweeping through Flora's thoughts like a warm summer rain. The feeling isn't as painful as she would have expected, likely owing to the fact that she'd seen this moment on the horizon for months now, and despite all her efforts to steer them around it, now that it was upon them, there was nothing left for her to do than stand beneath the storm of her own making and let it drench her to the bone.
"I bet you'll get there one day, now that you're immortal at all." She adds, her voice tight before her teeth are biting down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling. Someone would make the captain fall in love. It just wouldn't be her.
"I thought about it." Flora agrees softly. "But...you said you liked being in my mind, so.." She shrugs. He'd called it his favourite, once, and that had all but cemented it, so she'd sacrificed any hope she had of hiding her feelings from him in an effort to make the remaining time they had together as enjoyable for him as she could. Yes there was the odd monsoon—the night he'd found her in the fountain after her disastrous date with Asta, the tirade of her mind on the beach with the panther, other minor girlish flares of emotion along the way—but surely that had been better than the silent isolation that it would otherwise have been? "Maybe I will now, though." That'd probably make it easier on both of them, going forward.
"I bet you'll get there one day, now that you're immortal at all." She adds, her voice tight before her teeth are biting down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling. Someone would make the captain fall in love. It just wouldn't be her.
"I thought about it." Flora agrees softly. "But...you said you liked being in my mind, so.." She shrugs. He'd called it his favourite, once, and that had all but cemented it, so she'd sacrificed any hope she had of hiding her feelings from him in an effort to make the remaining time they had together as enjoyable for him as she could. Yes there was the odd monsoon—the night he'd found her in the fountain after her disastrous date with Asta, the tirade of her mind on the beach with the panther, other minor girlish flares of emotion along the way—but surely that had been better than the silent isolation that it would otherwise have been? "Maybe I will now, though." That'd probably make it easier on both of them, going forward.
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?
