your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
When sleep finally releases its hold over the captain, he'll find his bunk empty. Whether or not this immediately rouses his curiosity or concern, should he look to Flora's the other side of the bed, he'll find a small note left on Flora's the pillow. Having learned early on that if she tried hard enough she could wake Jack from sleep, the Doubletake had also learned that while Jack was dozing, her thoughts were her own. She'd had to wait until happenstance pulled her from sleep before him in order to enact her plan, though she didn't mind that it happened while they were jet-setting around Halo.
Jack,
I know I said that I only wanted to have you for a little while, but lets make it as long as we can, okay? Find me and your surprise down by the bay.
xoxo Flora
If and when the captain did as he was invited, he'd be treated to a misty morning with low-hanging clouds that blurred against the slate-grey sea. The sky overhead was a nothing shade of faded teal, though the stark contrast of the black sand bay against the glacial mountains nearby certainly made everything look a good deal more cinematic than it had any right to. Near where the water was lapping against the dark shore sat Flora, bundled in several blankets, her hair in a messy knot atop her head and a few thermals of coffee in a basket at her side. 45ft behind her (roughly, anyway, she'd had to literally count out the feet using her own as a guide), was a prettily wrapped box with Jack's name on it.
To fight against the anticipation and nervous energy, Flora had brought a book with her, though despite the rather salacious scene currently being portrayed, the queen found herself re-reading the paragraph several times, unable to concentrate on the words.
Jack,
I know I said that I only wanted to have you for a little while, but lets make it as long as we can, okay? Find me and your surprise down by the bay.
xoxo Flora
If and when the captain did as he was invited, he'd be treated to a misty morning with low-hanging clouds that blurred against the slate-grey sea. The sky overhead was a nothing shade of faded teal, though the stark contrast of the black sand bay against the glacial mountains nearby certainly made everything look a good deal more cinematic than it had any right to. Near where the water was lapping against the dark shore sat Flora, bundled in several blankets, her hair in a messy knot atop her head and a few thermals of coffee in a basket at her side. 45ft behind her (roughly, anyway, she'd had to literally count out the feet using her own as a guide), was a prettily wrapped box with Jack's name on it.
To fight against the anticipation and nervous energy, Flora had brought a book with her, though despite the rather salacious scene currently being portrayed, the queen found herself re-reading the paragraph several times, unable to concentrate on the words.
