never be so kind you forget to be clever
Intentionally not allowing her hands to slow in their ministrations across Jack's skin as he pauses to think, Flora does her best to withhold the tide of her thoughts from interrupting him. It felt a bit like trying to create a dam in a world where the water could simply flow up and over it, but she found that by focusing on the feeling of his muscles beneath her palms, she could just about manage to silence the over-curious lilt of her mind.
Lucy. Smiling to herself, Flora reaches for the small bottle containing cinnamon essence, warming it in her hands before applying it to Jack's back. Humming quietly in agreement—it was more than just a shame, and the queen had to wonder if it wasn't something about Jack's father's reputation that kept a healer from getting to his mother in time—Flora continues to work the oils onto his skin as they grew warm beneath her palms. "Did your dad love her, do you think?" Imagining a woman with long dark hair the same colour as Jack's sitting by the docks, Flora can almost hear her singing as she wove away the holes in the thick nets that so many of the fishermen would have relied on for their livelihood.
Lucy. Smiling to herself, Flora reaches for the small bottle containing cinnamon essence, warming it in her hands before applying it to Jack's back. Humming quietly in agreement—it was more than just a shame, and the queen had to wonder if it wasn't something about Jack's father's reputation that kept a healer from getting to his mother in time—Flora continues to work the oils onto his skin as they grew warm beneath her palms. "Did your dad love her, do you think?" Imagining a woman with long dark hair the same colour as Jack's sitting by the docks, Flora can almost hear her singing as she wove away the holes in the thick nets that so many of the fishermen would have relied on for their livelihood.
