your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
One day it might be an interesting experiment for Jack to see just how far away Flora could be before he was aware of her. Sure, his magic only a reach of 40ft, but the Doubletake's presence extended far past that. Could the impression of the queen travel from mind to mind such that the captain could track her movements from a distance? Assuming of course she was doing something worth taking notice of, which...she almost always was.
But anyways.
A brief rush of adrenaline proceeds Jack's voice hitting Flora's ear—so close to the Ark it'd be foolish for anyone but the captain to try and put their arms around her, but you never knew—before the neon bubble of warning bursts, revealing the gilded landscape of her thoughts. Leaning back immediately against Jack, her sigh of relief and affection a poor mask for the pain cramping at regular intervals through her mind (those intervals falling perfectly in time with her every breath), Flora's smile nevertheless lights up her face as she tilts her head back against his shoulder. For all it had taken to make her way down toward the docks, gods but it felt good to have his arms around her.
Most of the blood on Flora's cheeks and forehead had dried, though the cut on her upper lip was just reopened thanks to the force of her smile. "Gentle," laughing, Flora begins to twist in Jack's arms before thinking better of it, and instead remaining just where she was. "Why? Did I do something incredibly impressive?" She purrs innocently, before letting her head loll softly to the side in order to nuzzle the bridge of her nose against Jack's jaw (ouch, the stubble on his chin certainly wasn't well received by her scrapes). "Definitely yours. I did come all the way down here just to drag you back into town."
But anyways.
A brief rush of adrenaline proceeds Jack's voice hitting Flora's ear—so close to the Ark it'd be foolish for anyone but the captain to try and put their arms around her, but you never knew—before the neon bubble of warning bursts, revealing the gilded landscape of her thoughts. Leaning back immediately against Jack, her sigh of relief and affection a poor mask for the pain cramping at regular intervals through her mind (those intervals falling perfectly in time with her every breath), Flora's smile nevertheless lights up her face as she tilts her head back against his shoulder. For all it had taken to make her way down toward the docks, gods but it felt good to have his arms around her.
Most of the blood on Flora's cheeks and forehead had dried, though the cut on her upper lip was just reopened thanks to the force of her smile. "Gentle," laughing, Flora begins to twist in Jack's arms before thinking better of it, and instead remaining just where she was. "Why? Did I do something incredibly impressive?" She purrs innocently, before letting her head loll softly to the side in order to nuzzle the bridge of her nose against Jack's jaw (ouch, the stubble on his chin certainly wasn't well received by her scrapes). "Definitely yours. I did come all the way down here just to drag you back into town."
