flora
In the days that had passed since Flora had last seen Jack, she'd replayed the minutes on the beach over so often in her mind that they'd begun to blur together until all she had left were snippets of conversation and the overwhelming certainty that she should have just taken his hand. Whatever he had to think about, whatever they had to figure out, it could have been done together. Why her hurt had felt like it rooted her to the spot such that she couldn't leave the beach, she both knew and didn't all at once. If she'd taken his hand, it would have been to acknowledge that she loved him, but he didn't love her back, and gods in the few seconds he gave her to decide, she just hadn't known what to do.
Flinching at the sound of her name, hiding away in the dark like some child, the queen quickly clears her throat, wiping her fingers against her cheeks before flicking the lights on. "Uh..hey." It occurred to her to pretend to have been looking for something, but of course such a ruse wouldn't go far with Jack so instead she just edged herself behind the bar Asta had built. "Drink?"
Surely he couldn't sink the S.S Situationship if he had a drink in his hand, even though she was already taking on water.
Flinching at the sound of her name, hiding away in the dark like some child, the queen quickly clears her throat, wiping her fingers against her cheeks before flicking the lights on. "Uh..hey." It occurred to her to pretend to have been looking for something, but of course such a ruse wouldn't go far with Jack so instead she just edged herself behind the bar Asta had built. "Drink?"
Surely he couldn't sink the S.S Situationship if he had a drink in his hand, even though she was already taking on water.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
