flora
"Smug?" The word is practically barked from Flora's lips, such is the immediacy of her confusion before the moment plays back and something like cold horror dawns on her face, casting an icy glow to her thoughts. "I thought it had been what I'd thought...that you'd seen it in my mind.." Though her head shakes, her eyes remain on his, at least until he looks away. She'd thought I love you, and he'd held her closer.
"Jack.." His words hit her like a whipcrack, the sound echoing out inside of her, pushing everything else away until the only thing strong enough to remain is the unrelenting kernel of love that no amount of darkness can dim. Not yet, anyway. "You can't mean that." She whispers, her fingers tightening around the ring on her finger, begging it for it to flare with heat.
Flora feels hollow, then, as the silence stretches out, filled only by the smoke whorling from his lips. But I love you; did that mean nothing? Had she meant nothing, this entire time, that it was so easy for him to just shrug her off after so long together, boarding up whatever he'd been willing to give himself to on the beach so quickly?
"Jack.." His words hit her like a whipcrack, the sound echoing out inside of her, pushing everything else away until the only thing strong enough to remain is the unrelenting kernel of love that no amount of darkness can dim. Not yet, anyway. "You can't mean that." She whispers, her fingers tightening around the ring on her finger, begging it for it to flare with heat.
Flora feels hollow, then, as the silence stretches out, filled only by the smoke whorling from his lips. But I love you; did that mean nothing? Had she meant nothing, this entire time, that it was so easy for him to just shrug her off after so long together, boarding up whatever he'd been willing to give himself to on the beach so quickly?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
