your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"So old." Flora agrees, and while the smile on her lips is small and tentative, the sunshine that begins to burn through the clouds in her mind is significantly brighter. Accepting the bottle with a hum of thanks, the Doubletake takes a large sip, gasping against the back of her hand as the burn forces her lips apart.
As he might have expected, his words have flower petals unfurling in Flora's mind revealing buds which had closed up as if for the winter the second he'd lifted her up onto the counter. Setting down the bottle of rum well within Jack's grasp, Flora reaches out for the bottom of his sweater, tangling her fingers into the soft material as if to fix him in place without her touch feeling like a tether. "I love hearing you laugh." The queen admits almost shyly as she gazes up at him, her lower lashes shiny with teardrops.
"What about...what you said before?" On the coast, after the lighthouse. "That I made you feel weak?" Presumably he hadn't meant the knees-buckling kind or he'd not have said it with such disdain in his voice.
As he might have expected, his words have flower petals unfurling in Flora's mind revealing buds which had closed up as if for the winter the second he'd lifted her up onto the counter. Setting down the bottle of rum well within Jack's grasp, Flora reaches out for the bottom of his sweater, tangling her fingers into the soft material as if to fix him in place without her touch feeling like a tether. "I love hearing you laugh." The queen admits almost shyly as she gazes up at him, her lower lashes shiny with teardrops.
"What about...what you said before?" On the coast, after the lighthouse. "That I made you feel weak?" Presumably he hadn't meant the knees-buckling kind or he'd not have said it with such disdain in his voice.
