your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Having neither seen nor heard Jack as he strolled up to her front door—the sound of her own voice doing a good job of drowning out most mundane sounds—the captain's question has Flora nearly jumping out of her skin. The rose-gold mist currently coating her thoughts is disrupted by a bolt of blue as she whirls in place, an accusatory finger already pointed in Jack's direction. "You know, for a man who doesn't like cats, you sure sneak up like one." She huffs before a smile immediately tugs at her lips. In far too good a mood to be able to feign being annoyed for more than a second, the queen presses her tongue against her cheek as if to keep her smile in check.
"Oh I dunno. It'd be just my luck to find out that you've been a ghost all along. It'd explain why my parents don't think you're good for me if you aren't even real to begin with." Flora teases, before reaching for a bottle of dark rum all the way from the Grounds and holding it up for the captain's approval.
"Oh I dunno. It'd be just my luck to find out that you've been a ghost all along. It'd explain why my parents don't think you're good for me if you aren't even real to begin with." Flora teases, before reaching for a bottle of dark rum all the way from the Grounds and holding it up for the captain's approval.
