flora
Shivering slightly in response to the wandering of Jack's fingers across her body, her thoughts momentarily growing blurry as her focus reduces down to the press of his fingertips, Flora swallows before grinning wickedly up at the captain. "I'm sure someone does." She purrs confidently. Over the years, especially since having found herself in Jack's orbit, the queen had gotten very good at prying information out of people, and if Jack was going to try and hide something from her, it'd have her wanting to find it out all the more.
"You agreed to be hospitable to them?" Assuming that command came from Safrin, Flora can only shrug. Even if the goddess hadn't wanted Jack to raise her children, no doubt she'd at least want him to be, well, hospitable. Committing the names Calypso and Nova to memory, Flora can't decide whether or not to be nervous or intrigued by what making a splash in Torchline might mean for a couple of Safrin's daughters. As their queen, she supposed wariness was probably warranted, but as a fellow 21-year-old who'd also been born of powerful parents? Gods but they might have fun together, the Jack of it all notwithstanding. She'd have to figure out a better greeting than hey I know we're the same age, but I'm fucking your dad, though.
Speaking of..
You know, you might have shot yourself in the foot telling me about you. Flora raises an eyebrow as they mount the gangplank, a smirk curling on her lips. Before she'd known about Jack's telepathy, she falsely believed, for instance, that gagging herself on his cock was the sort of thing he might like, and because she didn't know how things worked in his mind, she'd have found the act of pleasing him wildly arousing. Now knowing that wasn't how it worked, Flora'sdaddy issues need to please went unsatisfied thanks to Jack's telepathy in a way she didn't think they'd be able to reconcile. There's no way for me to ever make things about you. She adds with a shrug, twisting out from beneath his arm and tucking her fingertips against his belt to drag him onto the ship after her.
"You agreed to be hospitable to them?" Assuming that command came from Safrin, Flora can only shrug. Even if the goddess hadn't wanted Jack to raise her children, no doubt she'd at least want him to be, well, hospitable. Committing the names Calypso and Nova to memory, Flora can't decide whether or not to be nervous or intrigued by what making a splash in Torchline might mean for a couple of Safrin's daughters. As their queen, she supposed wariness was probably warranted, but as a fellow 21-year-old who'd also been born of powerful parents? Gods but they might have fun together, the Jack of it all notwithstanding. She'd have to figure out a better greeting than hey I know we're the same age, but I'm fucking your dad, though.
Speaking of..
You know, you might have shot yourself in the foot telling me about you. Flora raises an eyebrow as they mount the gangplank, a smirk curling on her lips. Before she'd known about Jack's telepathy, she falsely believed, for instance, that gagging herself on his cock was the sort of thing he might like, and because she didn't know how things worked in his mind, she'd have found the act of pleasing him wildly arousing. Now knowing that wasn't how it worked, Flora's
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
