your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
It's precisely that sort of morally-grey thinking that scratches so good at the healing scabs of her familial damage, and while Flora hasn't ever bothered to try and introspect and see where the root of her attraction to Jack comes from, gods but he does find a multitude of ways to make sure she'll never be able to fully dig him out. Not to mention that it was all quite practical in a way she could appreciate given her line of work. "Noted." Pressing the flat of her palm against Jack's side rather than her nails, Flora glances at one of the boutiques—the sort where even the mannequins had topknots—and nudged him. "On the way back, then." She hums. You know, after Jack had been sufficiently bribed.
"Mmm, so someone who specializes in microtattoos?" The joke is hardly worth making given how far a departure it is from the truth, but Flora can hardly help it nor help the way her mind is alight with ribbons of golden amusement. Releasing the cup so that it wouldn't spill, Flora bites at the inside of her lip as they continue on, nodding. "Yeah, maybe." She'd never heard her brother talk about the sex dungeon portion of Molly's, but if it was a bit more metaphorical as Jack had implied, perhaps they did. Or maybe Mateo had told her and she just hadn't been listening.
Not wanting to step too close to opening up a conversation she didn't want to have about the difference in their ages by referencing the captain's experience, Flora nevertheless sifts through her thoughts, filling her mind with the sorts of images drawn straight from books or idle gossip, rather than reality. "I would like to experiment more." She says casually despite the flush in her cheeks. "I bet Molly's could help with that, too."
"Mmm, so someone who specializes in microtattoos?" The joke is hardly worth making given how far a departure it is from the truth, but Flora can hardly help it nor help the way her mind is alight with ribbons of golden amusement. Releasing the cup so that it wouldn't spill, Flora bites at the inside of her lip as they continue on, nodding. "Yeah, maybe." She'd never heard her brother talk about the sex dungeon portion of Molly's, but if it was a bit more metaphorical as Jack had implied, perhaps they did. Or maybe Mateo had told her and she just hadn't been listening.
Not wanting to step too close to opening up a conversation she didn't want to have about the difference in their ages by referencing the captain's experience, Flora nevertheless sifts through her thoughts, filling her mind with the sorts of images drawn straight from books or idle gossip, rather than reality. "I would like to experiment more." She says casually despite the flush in her cheeks. "I bet Molly's could help with that, too."
