Flora
The day Flora was allowed to take the Ark out without Jack onboard was the day she'd put her treasure trove of trinkets into their joint names. Still, it was no small thing for the captain to even jokingly act as if she held any sway over the ship, and even though her hands and lips were busy, later on the Doubletake would treat herself to enjoying the proper thrill of it.
Sinking back onto the balls of her feet, Flora sighs. Her truth ring was one she nearly always forgot about when she was with Jack precisely because of how honest he was with her. He knew how to spin half-truths better than most of the fae, but they'd had a lot of hard conversations that could have ended a good deal easier for him if he had just lied to her, and he hadn't. She liked to think he wouldn't have even if she didn't have her ring.
Not knowing if it was the sort of thing that they should TAlK AbOuT—obviously they probably should, but was it the sort of thing that they would actually talk about given the weightiness of the things her parents had said and the comparative newness of their relationship—Flora's head bobs in a vague nod as her thoughts swirl with incandescent blues and uncertain indigos.
Glancing up at him and smirking, the queen moves to step back, running her fingers through her hair. "I think whiskey works as well as fountain water for ego injuries." She chuckles, before glancing toward his door and considering. "You're welcome to come if you want. I think I'll go talk to him now. Y'know, when it's all still fresh."
Sinking back onto the balls of her feet, Flora sighs. Her truth ring was one she nearly always forgot about when she was with Jack precisely because of how honest he was with her. He knew how to spin half-truths better than most of the fae, but they'd had a lot of hard conversations that could have ended a good deal easier for him if he had just lied to her, and he hadn't. She liked to think he wouldn't have even if she didn't have her ring.
Not knowing if it was the sort of thing that they should TAlK AbOuT—obviously they probably should, but was it the sort of thing that they would actually talk about given the weightiness of the things her parents had said and the comparative newness of their relationship—Flora's head bobs in a vague nod as her thoughts swirl with incandescent blues and uncertain indigos.
Glancing up at him and smirking, the queen moves to step back, running her fingers through her hair. "I think whiskey works as well as fountain water for ego injuries." She chuckles, before glancing toward his door and considering. "You're welcome to come if you want. I think I'll go talk to him now. Y'know, when it's all still fresh."
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
