never be so kind you forget to be clever
"Hey," Despite the way part of Flora's mind wanted to bristle defensively, the queen merely moved to sit at Jack's side at the window, her hands sliding slowly across his oil-soft skin so she could reach for his hand and tug it into her lap. "Look at me, Jack." Peering up at him, for all of the Doubletake's youthful vibrance, there was something that bordered on knowing in her blue-green gaze. Something that, while having never experienced the same hardships as Jack, understood what it was for your birth to herald an era of darkness, for your presence alone to be a reminder of a time when things had gone wrong. To be a stain on something that otherwise would have been perfect. "I would never."
Twisting to reach for the rum she'd brought up for herself, Flora takes a large sip before offering it to Jack. "Yeah, I do, actually." Raising her eyebrows despite his incredulity, the Doubletake merely meets the challenge of his gaze. "To know that her son has become one of the most powerful men in Torchline? If things were as bad as you said they were, it isn't like she's going to be surprised by the things you've had to do to earn your place here." She points out. "To know that you've made Torchline an infinitely better place for people like her? Of course she'd want to know that." As far as Flora could tell, her only complaint might likely be that she wished she'd been able to teach him to sing.
Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora slides her fingers across Jack's palm. The captain had muscles in his hands she'd never felt with anyone else before, owing to the line of work he was in, but her fingers lovingly massage away the tension there just the same. "I'd go to Mort for you." The queen says quietly with a shake of her head, her eyes peering up at him through her bangs before dropping her gaze back to his hand. While going to Remi would be infinitely easier, Flora hadn't yet come across something she wouldn't do for Jack, and if going to the God of Death himself to ask for a favour would ease the captain's heart even a little, nothing would stand in her way.
Twisting to reach for the rum she'd brought up for herself, Flora takes a large sip before offering it to Jack. "Yeah, I do, actually." Raising her eyebrows despite his incredulity, the Doubletake merely meets the challenge of his gaze. "To know that her son has become one of the most powerful men in Torchline? If things were as bad as you said they were, it isn't like she's going to be surprised by the things you've had to do to earn your place here." She points out. "To know that you've made Torchline an infinitely better place for people like her? Of course she'd want to know that." As far as Flora could tell, her only complaint might likely be that she wished she'd been able to teach him to sing.
Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora slides her fingers across Jack's palm. The captain had muscles in his hands she'd never felt with anyone else before, owing to the line of work he was in, but her fingers lovingly massage away the tension there just the same. "I'd go to Mort for you." The queen says quietly with a shake of her head, her eyes peering up at him through her bangs before dropping her gaze back to his hand. While going to Remi would be infinitely easier, Flora hadn't yet come across something she wouldn't do for Jack, and if going to the God of Death himself to ask for a favour would ease the captain's heart even a little, nothing would stand in her way.
