offer me that deathless death

we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read

"Three I said." Flora grins in response as Jack holds up one finger, pretending not to notice which one it is and ignoring its meaning.

Swimming a few feet away from the ledge if only to see how deep the hot spring would go—here at least, she could still touch—Flora turned back to face the captain, letting her head loll a touch demandingly to the side in a not so subtle indication that he should get in.

"It's always hard to tell with you." Flora replies earnestly, her shoulders just barely breaking the surface of the water as she shrugs. It was true, too. For how well she knew Jack, what he thought about her and their complicationship relationship was more than a little fallible. Part of that was on her, she supposed, for avoiding the conversations that they probably should be having about the whole us of it all or pointing out that Jack should probably let his words do more of the talking than his dick, but it was like what she kept telling her parents: they'd just started dating. No need to get all crazy about it.

"I thought you'd be happy about a few days on your own, actually."