flora
The texture and colours of Flora's mind will feel distinctly different to Jack, the palette richer, the quality far richer. Gone are the garish colours that had represented her girlish and naive fantasies of what might come to pass, replaced instead with the hope of what she and Jack might build together. It's all fuzzy and without defined edges; it being hard to think of much of anything with Jack's hands fitting around her waist, her dress crumpling against his palm as he works a hand beneath it.
Love. Asshole, she thinks affectionately, shivering against him. "I'll just have you for a little while then." Flora whispers back, her thoughts drenched in sunlight, repeating the part of the conversation that they'd never been able to finish. "And you'll have me."
Nearly reaching for him to stay, as Flora gazes down at him, her thoughts are swallowed by a sudden wave of maroon. Shivering again, her entire body suddenly hyperaware of all the places he'd touched her, she leans back against the wall for support, fingers biting into the wood panelling.
Love. Asshole, she thinks affectionately, shivering against him. "I'll just have you for a little while then." Flora whispers back, her thoughts drenched in sunlight, repeating the part of the conversation that they'd never been able to finish. "And you'll have me."
Nearly reaching for him to stay, as Flora gazes down at him, her thoughts are swallowed by a sudden wave of maroon. Shivering again, her entire body suddenly hyperaware of all the places he'd touched her, she leans back against the wall for support, fingers biting into the wood panelling.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
