flora
"No you did not." Flora snarls, turning her back on the sea and glaring at him through the darkness. "What you did was make yourself minorly inconvenienced a time or two, went well that feels like a lot of work, and now you're here trying to pass off your half-assed attempts at trying as being the real thing." Clenching her hands into fists, the mist of tears and haze of her heartbreak parts long enough for proper anger to breeze through her mind, and gods but it feels good to feel something other than pain.
"When were you trying, Jack? When you told me—" She merely raises her eyebrows; alone the beach though they were, it wasn't as if she was going to shout his secret out, even now. "—things, without even taking into account whether I'd want to know?" And she hadn't, for the fucking record. She hadn't wanted to know that their entire relationship was predicated upon even more of a power imbalance than she'd been aware of, hadn't wanted the leash that he'd handed her. But she'd taken it in stride—after a minor freakout admittedly—removing the collar and handing back the leash, promising never to use it against him, doing her best to temper her emotions when she was around so as not to inconvenience him with her feelings.
How hard it must have been for him all these years, with her mind as his favourite place to be and her body available to him whenever and wherever he wanted it, all the moreso as he dangled breadcrumbs of affection that had her opening up before him like a rose. How difficult to remain in her orbit when her friendship opened so many doors for him, her place amongst demigods and gods alike that she'd offered to him with no strings attached. And what had he ever done for her, that hadn't been mutually beneficial for him in the long run?
"Sure, the night at the fountain you did seem like you were trying, but only after you were a jealous and controlling asshole, only after you couldn't be bothered to fucking listen to me and made things worse, and really, all you had to fucking do was stay." On the one hand, she knew intimacy wasn't really his thing and for how plush and comfortable her bed was, Jack would probably always prefer his bunk on the Ark, but fuck him for acting like one night of kindness made up for the countless things she'd done for him just because.
Biting back a laugh, Flora looks up at the sky—no doubt where Jack's child was being grown or formed or whatever—and grimaces. "And you know, half of those things didn't even hurt. I knew what you werewith every step that I ran to you, knew what I could reasonably expect from this. But you know what did hurt?" Dropping her eyes, in the dark her tears sparkled against her flushed cheeks, her aqua eyes a midnight blue with slashes of silver in the moonlight. "Every time I fucked up and the feeling was accidentally there. When you said you wanted to see, and then just..." Just rolled over and went to fucking sleep.
"When were you trying, Jack? When you told me—" She merely raises her eyebrows; alone the beach though they were, it wasn't as if she was going to shout his secret out, even now. "—things, without even taking into account whether I'd want to know?" And she hadn't, for the fucking record. She hadn't wanted to know that their entire relationship was predicated upon even more of a power imbalance than she'd been aware of, hadn't wanted the leash that he'd handed her. But she'd taken it in stride—after a minor freakout admittedly—removing the collar and handing back the leash, promising never to use it against him, doing her best to temper her emotions when she was around so as not to inconvenience him with her feelings.
How hard it must have been for him all these years, with her mind as his favourite place to be and her body available to him whenever and wherever he wanted it, all the moreso as he dangled breadcrumbs of affection that had her opening up before him like a rose. How difficult to remain in her orbit when her friendship opened so many doors for him, her place amongst demigods and gods alike that she'd offered to him with no strings attached. And what had he ever done for her, that hadn't been mutually beneficial for him in the long run?
"Sure, the night at the fountain you did seem like you were trying, but only after you were a jealous and controlling asshole, only after you couldn't be bothered to fucking listen to me and made things worse, and really, all you had to fucking do was stay." On the one hand, she knew intimacy wasn't really his thing and for how plush and comfortable her bed was, Jack would probably always prefer his bunk on the Ark, but fuck him for acting like one night of kindness made up for the countless things she'd done for him just because.
Biting back a laugh, Flora looks up at the sky—no doubt where Jack's child was being grown or formed or whatever—and grimaces. "And you know, half of those things didn't even hurt. I knew what you were
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?
