flora
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, it feels as if there might as well be an ocean between the two of them for how closed off Jack's body language is. While he'd never been the most open, at least in the past few seasons Flora had known that if she'd wanted to she could tuck herself against his side so long as she was willing to pay the price of having him roll his eyes at her neediness.
"No, that's...that's not what I meant." She interjects, swallowing hard. "Or..well, it can't work with it being just like this." Though her fingertips vaguely gesture between them, Flora relies heavily on the content of her mind to clarify: With her loving him, him tolerating her, their lives completely separate save for the few times they crashed together.
"I wasn't.." Rubbing one of her cheeks against her shoulder, Flora's eyes focus on the buttons of Jack's shirt, trying desperately to keep her composure. To keep her thoughts from flying away in the maelstrom that was building in her core. "..after the panther, that second night, when you said you wanted to know what I was thinking...gods, I knew you wouldn't, but I couldn't help it. And then you said you didn't want to talk about it...and then after the lighthouse, you did, and I wasn't ready to admit out loud that I was in love with someone who didn't love me back." The words burn her cheeks, her throat, her eyes, but it's her heart that feels as though it's going up in flames.
Pressing her eyes closed, the Doubletake exhales a shuddering breath. "You said if I wanted it, then you did too—and I should have taken your hand, I know I should have and I wished I had—I just needed to know that you actually wanted it. That it wasn't for me."
"No, that's...that's not what I meant." She interjects, swallowing hard. "Or..well, it can't work with it being just like this." Though her fingertips vaguely gesture between them, Flora relies heavily on the content of her mind to clarify: With her loving him, him tolerating her, their lives completely separate save for the few times they crashed together.
"I wasn't.." Rubbing one of her cheeks against her shoulder, Flora's eyes focus on the buttons of Jack's shirt, trying desperately to keep her composure. To keep her thoughts from flying away in the maelstrom that was building in her core. "..after the panther, that second night, when you said you wanted to know what I was thinking...gods, I knew you wouldn't, but I couldn't help it. And then you said you didn't want to talk about it...and then after the lighthouse, you did, and I wasn't ready to admit out loud that I was in love with someone who didn't love me back." The words burn her cheeks, her throat, her eyes, but it's her heart that feels as though it's going up in flames.
Pressing her eyes closed, the Doubletake exhales a shuddering breath. "You said if I wanted it, then you did too—and I should have taken your hand, I know I should have and I wished I had—I just needed to know that you actually wanted it. That it wasn't for me."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
