your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
It would have been naive for Flora to just shake her head and say that those particular set of circumstances would never come about; for as young as she was, the Doubletake knew better than most how long shots had a habit of becoming fact when you least expected them. It would be easy, too, for her to just shrug off his concerns given the particular brand of immortality that protected her virtue of Ronin's magic. A good amount of pain could be inflicted on her in the time it would take Jack or her parents to find her if someone suitably clever came along, and no doubt that was the sort of eventuality that the captain had in mind.
"I'm sorry." It's all she can think to say; understanding more about Jack's history and how hard he'd had to fight and work to get to where he was, Flora supposed she could understand a bit better why her love felt like a cross for him to bear. Letting her other leg drop so that she could lean forward, her legs tangling around his waist to drag him closer, Flora presses her cheek against Jack's chest. Pressing her eyes closed, savouring the smell of the ocean that clung to him as much as the scent of tobacco and wood, she released her hold on the bottom of his sweater in order to wrap both arms around him.
"Do you hate when I tell you I love you?" Flora whispers, the words almost lost in the fabric of his sweater given the subconscious way she's already turning to try and hide herself from the answer.
"I'm sorry." It's all she can think to say; understanding more about Jack's history and how hard he'd had to fight and work to get to where he was, Flora supposed she could understand a bit better why her love felt like a cross for him to bear. Letting her other leg drop so that she could lean forward, her legs tangling around his waist to drag him closer, Flora presses her cheek against Jack's chest. Pressing her eyes closed, savouring the smell of the ocean that clung to him as much as the scent of tobacco and wood, she released her hold on the bottom of his sweater in order to wrap both arms around him.
"Do you hate when I tell you I love you?" Flora whispers, the words almost lost in the fabric of his sweater given the subconscious way she's already turning to try and hide herself from the answer.
