flora
"Sure." Finding it easier to do something than to wait in uneasy waters for whatever the captain might have decided—that he'd fit himself into her life the way same he wanted her to fit into his, that he felt the same way about her that she did about him—Flora busies herself making him a drink. Having recently had Sunjata and Mel in for a taste test for her mother's engagement party, she has quite a bit lying around, though opted to go simple for Jack, mixing him up a dark and stormy and sliding it across the bar.
'Ah.' Biting at the inside of her cheek, she watches his cigarette wink to life, the familiar smell of his tobacco making her stomach clench. "We don't have to talk now...if...if you aren't ready to." She offers softly, truly unsure whether it would be better to rip the bandaid off now or to prolong things a few more days wherein the captain might realize he'd been missing her? That this was all worth pursing, no matter the messiness of it all?
'Ah.' Biting at the inside of her cheek, she watches his cigarette wink to life, the familiar smell of his tobacco making her stomach clench. "We don't have to talk now...if...if you aren't ready to." She offers softly, truly unsure whether it would be better to rip the bandaid off now or to prolong things a few more days wherein the captain might realize he'd been missing her? That this was all worth pursing, no matter the messiness of it all?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
