flora
Flora thinks she can hear Jack leaving, if only because there are no more soft huffs of annoyance or the sound of ice falling from his fingertips onto the sand. She doesn't risk checking, though. She'd seen him walk away from her often enough to be able to picture his silhouette disappearing over the dunes without so much as a second thought, and so, trying to channel a bit of that ice for herself, sits down on the beach with her toes buried in the wet sand trying not to care.
The sound of him returning has the queen flinching, her head snapping up from where she'd let it lower, her back straightening. Her mind tries to guard itself against whatever bullshit is about to come her way—no doubt the captain has thought of some witty retort he'd rather not go unsaid—only what he does have to say catches her off guard, and the thick thicket of trees in her mind shiver and part. "What do you mean do I want it?" Twisting, Flora eyes him over her shoulder, not having the luxury of being a mind reader to know what the fuck his question was meant to get at.
Did she want to be in love with a man who made her feel like a nuisance for having feelings for him? Did she want to be in love with someone who was more often frustrated with her than not? Who'd made it seem like his lack of love for her was her fault, for having not picked up the slack and just held on a little longer despite his obvious discomfort when all along she'd been trying to do just that?
The sound of him returning has the queen flinching, her head snapping up from where she'd let it lower, her back straightening. Her mind tries to guard itself against whatever bullshit is about to come her way—no doubt the captain has thought of some witty retort he'd rather not go unsaid—only what he does have to say catches her off guard, and the thick thicket of trees in her mind shiver and part. "What do you mean do I want it?" Twisting, Flora eyes him over her shoulder, not having the luxury of being a mind reader to know what the fuck his question was meant to get at.
Did she want to be in love with a man who made her feel like a nuisance for having feelings for him? Did she want to be in love with someone who was more often frustrated with her than not? Who'd made it seem like his lack of love for her was her fault, for having not picked up the slack and just held on a little longer despite his obvious discomfort when all along she'd been trying to do just that?
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?
