never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora's eyebrows raise in a gesture of I'M QUIETLY CONFIDENT, ACSHULLY quiet confidence about Jack's mother, though in addition to the way her mind places the dark-haired weaver on a pedestal, the queen says nothing more about Lucy for the time being. "Was your Dad like you? Could he...?" Even in the sanctity of her bedroom where she was sure that no one was listening, there were some things that simply felt better left unsaid.
Shooting the captain a helplessly adoring look, Flora pulls in a slow breath through her nose as her lips continue to quiver with the ripples of her laughter. "It means that you're constantly full of surprises." And, before his mind can twist around her words she's quick to add: "Good ones." Cradling his hand in her lap, it doesn't escape the queen's notice that it has likely brought more pain into the world than pleasure, but she finds she absolutely doesn't care. Smoothing her thumb over his knuckles, Flora only pays attention to the strength in it, to the scars, to the way it felt between her fingers and the memories of it pressed against her cheek or between her thighs.
"Is it?" Interlacing her fingers through his in order to better stretch out the muscles of his hand, Flora lets her head fall slightly to the side as she peers up at him. "Dangerous, I mean?" No doubt there was a world where Jack asked Flora to prove herself by telling her to kill someone in her family, and, with a revivify feather in hand, she'd be able to do just that. There were likely worlds too where the captain exerted the hold he had over her to his benefit alone, but Flora had her doubts about whether or not in this world any of those things would ever come to pass.
"I don't think you'd ever ask anything that big of me." She says softly as deep crimson paints her cheeks and her lips hesitate toward a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Because either you'd want to be indebted to me so that we'd end up even or you'd have to accept that I'm not keeping a tally between us because I love you."
Glancing up at him, the Doubletake swallows, before huffing quietly and nodding. "Yeah, even I'm not keen to go to any more family dinners if I can help it."
Shooting the captain a helplessly adoring look, Flora pulls in a slow breath through her nose as her lips continue to quiver with the ripples of her laughter. "It means that you're constantly full of surprises." And, before his mind can twist around her words she's quick to add: "Good ones." Cradling his hand in her lap, it doesn't escape the queen's notice that it has likely brought more pain into the world than pleasure, but she finds she absolutely doesn't care. Smoothing her thumb over his knuckles, Flora only pays attention to the strength in it, to the scars, to the way it felt between her fingers and the memories of it pressed against her cheek or between her thighs.
"Is it?" Interlacing her fingers through his in order to better stretch out the muscles of his hand, Flora lets her head fall slightly to the side as she peers up at him. "Dangerous, I mean?" No doubt there was a world where Jack asked Flora to prove herself by telling her to kill someone in her family, and, with a revivify feather in hand, she'd be able to do just that. There were likely worlds too where the captain exerted the hold he had over her to his benefit alone, but Flora had her doubts about whether or not in this world any of those things would ever come to pass.
"I don't think you'd ever ask anything that big of me." She says softly as deep crimson paints her cheeks and her lips hesitate toward a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Because either you'd want to be indebted to me so that we'd end up even or you'd have to accept that I'm not keeping a tally between us because I love you."
Glancing up at him, the Doubletake swallows, before huffing quietly and nodding. "Yeah, even I'm not keen to go to any more family dinners if I can help it."
