your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
In response Flora merely waggles her eyebrows. "Obviously," she purrs; the Doubletake's aspirations might have nothing to do with becoming a demigod, but certainly she wasn't lacking in plans to make her own future effervescent and exciting.
Wanting to reach out and drape herself in the playful blue of Jack's gaze, the queen instead leans up to press a too-quick kiss against his lips. "I'll find something for your hands to do if that's the case." She promises, her teeth nipping wickedly at his lower lip before she settles back and the conversation takes an abrupt hairpin turn.
No? Confusion darkens Flora's thoughts, like a shade being pulled in an otherwise sunlit room. Finding herself suddenly on the counter, the queen's hands and legs are quick to pull the captain close, feeling unmoored and cold without the press of his body against hers. "No..I...I know you do." Pressing her eyes closed, she hears the inhale of her own shaky breath like a wave crashing down upon her, making her muscles feel stiff and only adding to the sensation that she was treading water alone.. "Jack," the word leaves her lips in a soft whimper, her sunny expression replaced with one which implored him to understand where she was coming from as much as she understood where he was.
That Jack had access to her thoughts at any given moment was as much a boon to their relationship as a problem. Where others could shove their thoughts aside and simply be judged on what they did and said, Flora was condemned by every thought and emotion blossoming in her mind, no matter what action she ultimately decided to take. That she'd never pressed Jack about his feelings didn't matter; if Jack thought not saying I love you amount to being crucified, what must it be like for Flora to have to be made accountable for every single passing thought? Every girlish flutter of emotion and need?
"Killing and destruction aren't hard for you." The Doubletake murmurs, her shoulders slumping in resignation and recognition that apparently they were going to have this conversation now. For Jack to say he'd kill and burn for her was like Flora saying she'd wear cute outfits and always be up for drama, for him. "But..I do know why it's hard. Why it might take time, but Jack...I don't think it's a fairytale to want the person you're in love with, to feel the same." Softly said, Flora's gaze falls, settling somewhere between them as the queen tries to blink away the first pinpricks of tears she can feel needling at the back of her eyes.
For the foreseeable future, it was enough. Flora loved Jack enough for the both of them, and moments like this aside, she was content with reading into the little things he did for her and extrapolating them to mean something more. But if he wanted her to be able to overthink something as otherwise easy to overlook as him not grumbling about her being in his bed without explicitly saying so, he'd also have to accept what that sort of overthinking would do elsewhere.
Wanting to reach out and drape herself in the playful blue of Jack's gaze, the queen instead leans up to press a too-quick kiss against his lips. "I'll find something for your hands to do if that's the case." She promises, her teeth nipping wickedly at his lower lip before she settles back and the conversation takes an abrupt hairpin turn.
No? Confusion darkens Flora's thoughts, like a shade being pulled in an otherwise sunlit room. Finding herself suddenly on the counter, the queen's hands and legs are quick to pull the captain close, feeling unmoored and cold without the press of his body against hers. "No..I...I know you do." Pressing her eyes closed, she hears the inhale of her own shaky breath like a wave crashing down upon her, making her muscles feel stiff and only adding to the sensation that she was treading water alone.. "Jack," the word leaves her lips in a soft whimper, her sunny expression replaced with one which implored him to understand where she was coming from as much as she understood where he was.
That Jack had access to her thoughts at any given moment was as much a boon to their relationship as a problem. Where others could shove their thoughts aside and simply be judged on what they did and said, Flora was condemned by every thought and emotion blossoming in her mind, no matter what action she ultimately decided to take. That she'd never pressed Jack about his feelings didn't matter; if Jack thought not saying I love you amount to being crucified, what must it be like for Flora to have to be made accountable for every single passing thought? Every girlish flutter of emotion and need?
"Killing and destruction aren't hard for you." The Doubletake murmurs, her shoulders slumping in resignation and recognition that apparently they were going to have this conversation now. For Jack to say he'd kill and burn for her was like Flora saying she'd wear cute outfits and always be up for drama, for him. "But..I do know why it's hard. Why it might take time, but Jack...I don't think it's a fairytale to want the person you're in love with, to feel the same." Softly said, Flora's gaze falls, settling somewhere between them as the queen tries to blink away the first pinpricks of tears she can feel needling at the back of her eyes.
For the foreseeable future, it was enough. Flora loved Jack enough for the both of them, and moments like this aside, she was content with reading into the little things he did for her and extrapolating them to mean something more. But if he wanted her to be able to overthink something as otherwise easy to overlook as him not grumbling about her being in his bed without explicitly saying so, he'd also have to accept what that sort of overthinking would do elsewhere.
