we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
"Oh yeah? It's a warm bed in Longheat that you'll miss?" Flora teases, though they both know that she wants him to say that fine, it's just her.
Letting him draw her through the water, his question has her mind flinching uncomfortably the way you might when someone tests your reflexes; not necessarily out of pain, but simply because it was the sort of thing you expected to have hurt. "I mean..." Wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and letting her feet hover above the rocky bottom, she glances at the swirls of black ink on the captain's right arm. No, words shouldn't make a difference she tries to reason with herself, not when he'd inked flowers on his arm, not when he was content to have her in his bed rather than just tolerant of it. Not when he wore absurd things like chunky-knit sweaters and ducky shorts, and ferried her all around the continent simply because she wanted to see more of the world. All of those things she knew were Jack's way of showing that he cared.
"I guess not." She lied; or, half-lied. Flora wanted it to be the truth, but at the end of the day, she was still a 21-year-old girl with daddy issues. "Though much as I love your sarcasm, it would be nice to hear you say that you'd miss me."
Letting him draw her through the water, his question has her mind flinching uncomfortably the way you might when someone tests your reflexes; not necessarily out of pain, but simply because it was the sort of thing you expected to have hurt. "I mean..." Wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and letting her feet hover above the rocky bottom, she glances at the swirls of black ink on the captain's right arm. No, words shouldn't make a difference she tries to reason with herself, not when he'd inked flowers on his arm, not when he was content to have her in his bed rather than just tolerant of it. Not when he wore absurd things like chunky-knit sweaters and ducky shorts, and ferried her all around the continent simply because she wanted to see more of the world. All of those things she knew were Jack's way of showing that he cared.
"I guess not." She lied; or, half-lied. Flora wanted it to be the truth, but at the end of the day, she was still a 21-year-old girl with daddy issues. "Though much as I love your sarcasm, it would be nice to hear you say that you'd miss me."
