your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora might have been the one to split her own lip (though arguably Jack was the reason for her smile), but he'd soon feel that it was his hands around her waist causing her the most distress. Beneath her mulch-stained clothing thick lines of purple and black were already starting to erase the golden colour of her skin in looping arcs around her waist and ribs. "Well then what are we celebrating?" The queen counters playfully, and though she's loathe to step out of Jack's arms—the lingering smell of the sea, tobacco, and copper that clings to him feels like home in a way she hadn't realized until having been surrounded by it after once again strolling into danger only to immediately run back to him—she's just as keen not to have to struggle with every breath.
As for being carried? On the contrary. Flora would happily have a member of Jack's crew be treated to a face full of her cleavage—it seemed only fair given how much of her shit they put up with—but even thinking of being held that tightly had Flora wanting to gasp against the phantom pain of it. "I'll manage." Rolling her eyes affectionately, the queen crinkles her nose before making a faster than normal beeline for the gangplank and then Jack's cabin, her hips swaying a good deal less than they otherwise would have.
On the way she fills Jack's mind with the highlight reel of what had happened: the usual suspects had gone to the Greatwood, immediately Noah had been targeted (which, lol), before suddenly she was the one at the mercy of the Mathair, finding herself bound and coiled against her trunk. Not necessarily mentioning the way both of her daggers had missed or how her first prayer with Tal had 'only' called down Safrin, instead the queen's thoughts skipped to the dramatic conclusion where she channeled down Rae, who went and freed the Mathair and put the entire thing to a stop. Pausing only so that Jack could unlock his door, Flora tickles a hand up his arm before slipping inside.
"And you'll never guess what I managed to do after that."
As for being carried? On the contrary. Flora would happily have a member of Jack's crew be treated to a face full of her cleavage—it seemed only fair given how much of her shit they put up with—but even thinking of being held that tightly had Flora wanting to gasp against the phantom pain of it. "I'll manage." Rolling her eyes affectionately, the queen crinkles her nose before making a faster than normal beeline for the gangplank and then Jack's cabin, her hips swaying a good deal less than they otherwise would have.
On the way she fills Jack's mind with the highlight reel of what had happened: the usual suspects had gone to the Greatwood, immediately Noah had been targeted (which, lol), before suddenly she was the one at the mercy of the Mathair, finding herself bound and coiled against her trunk. Not necessarily mentioning the way both of her daggers had missed or how her first prayer with Tal had 'only' called down Safrin, instead the queen's thoughts skipped to the dramatic conclusion where she channeled down Rae, who went and freed the Mathair and put the entire thing to a stop. Pausing only so that Jack could unlock his door, Flora tickles a hand up his arm before slipping inside.
"And you'll never guess what I managed to do after that."
