we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Screeching like a banshee, the shrillness of Flora's voice is somewhat lost given that her mouth is pressed against Jack's coat. While the crew might be spared, Jack would nevertheless have to hear her girlish outrage ringing through his head as she felt snow trickling down her back. Cackling with delight as he collapses onto his back, Flora wriggles her way astride him, fully meaning to sweep her arms out and then in again as if to bury him completely in snow. Of course that's when his crew takes full advantage of the situation, leaving the Doubletake helpless to do anything but tuck herself against Jack's chest to hide from the worst of it.
It was a rare thing for Jack to be playful, and just as much as hearing genuine laughter slip from his lips, to see him like this had something inside of her both growing weak and threatening to burst as much as other parts solidified and strengthened.
"Who says that wasn't my plan all along?" Flora wonders, rolling herself to her knees from where Jack had shoved her and glancing around for her hat which had been lost in the scuffle at some point. With her cheeks a rosy-pink and her hair in snowy tangles, the Doubletake looked a good deal more like the twenty-something that she was rather than the knowledgable queen that Jack had spoken of before. Reaching for her hat and giving it a good shake to rid it of the snow clinging to it both inside and out, Flora huffs out a breathless sigh of amusement. "Not bad for your first snowball fight."
It was a rare thing for Jack to be playful, and just as much as hearing genuine laughter slip from his lips, to see him like this had something inside of her both growing weak and threatening to burst as much as other parts solidified and strengthened.
"Who says that wasn't my plan all along?" Flora wonders, rolling herself to her knees from where Jack had shoved her and glancing around for her hat which had been lost in the scuffle at some point. With her cheeks a rosy-pink and her hair in snowy tangles, the Doubletake looked a good deal more like the twenty-something that she was rather than the knowledgable queen that Jack had spoken of before. Reaching for her hat and giving it a good shake to rid it of the snow clinging to it both inside and out, Flora huffs out a breathless sigh of amusement. "Not bad for your first snowball fight."
