your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"I'm always gonna come back." Flora counters as if her efforts in the Greatwood followed by the ability to traverse the entire continent in just a blink was nothing much to sniff at. One might wonder if or when the Doubletake's luck would run out, but for now her thoughts were all gilded by her own particular brand of confidence that had everything seeming attainable and within her reach.
"A little." Grinning at Jack's silhouette—his new coat not escaping her notice—pain keeps Flora from properly appreciating it or the captain as he shrugs out of it, and instead has her reaching first for the glass of water despite the whiskey on offer as well. "You ruin everything," the queen huffs, her thoughts already revealing what she'd otherwise have kept a secret and demand that Jack pry out of her. Alas. It's all there for his perusal: the way Sah and Noah had offered polite thanks when the Mathair had asked if they expected a reward, the gamble Flora had taken, the mageglass that was potentially now within their reach.
Taking a healthy drink of fountain water, Flora lets her tongue brush across her lower lip to heal the split there, already able to feel the ache around her ribs beginning to ease. "Help a girl out?" Given how dirty her clothes were Flora would have wanted to peel herself out of them regardless, but as she took off her top, Jack would be able to see the thick bruises around her waist that banded up around her ribs, disappearing beneath the line of her bra as if she'd been bound and left to hang for hours. Reaching for a cloth so that the captain could apply the water directly to her skin, only then does she reach for her own shot of whiskey, happily downing it. "Pretty please?" Fluttering her lashes at Jack like he might need some convincing, already the cuts on Flora's nose and forehead were beginning to close, leaving only freckles of dirt across her nose and cheeks.
"A little." Grinning at Jack's silhouette—his new coat not escaping her notice—pain keeps Flora from properly appreciating it or the captain as he shrugs out of it, and instead has her reaching first for the glass of water despite the whiskey on offer as well. "You ruin everything," the queen huffs, her thoughts already revealing what she'd otherwise have kept a secret and demand that Jack pry out of her. Alas. It's all there for his perusal: the way Sah and Noah had offered polite thanks when the Mathair had asked if they expected a reward, the gamble Flora had taken, the mageglass that was potentially now within their reach.
Taking a healthy drink of fountain water, Flora lets her tongue brush across her lower lip to heal the split there, already able to feel the ache around her ribs beginning to ease. "Help a girl out?" Given how dirty her clothes were Flora would have wanted to peel herself out of them regardless, but as she took off her top, Jack would be able to see the thick bruises around her waist that banded up around her ribs, disappearing beneath the line of her bra as if she'd been bound and left to hang for hours. Reaching for a cloth so that the captain could apply the water directly to her skin, only then does she reach for her own shot of whiskey, happily downing it. "Pretty please?" Fluttering her lashes at Jack like he might need some convincing, already the cuts on Flora's nose and forehead were beginning to close, leaving only freckles of dirt across her nose and cheeks.
