i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Other than aging through several (about 10 years worth) of birthdays in an instant when she and Enzo had been younger (and then seconds later, older), if the parties Flora threw for herself on the beach every year in Torchline were anything to go by, the queen didn't have any weird customs or tricks up her sleeve where her birthday was concerned. "Ewww, don't say sire like you're some kind of breeding animal." Just because the term was completely apt didn't mean it didn't shroud Flora's mind in the mental equivalent of a shiver of revulsion.
Wriggling playfully in his arms as if truly trying to get out of his grasp, it's lucky for the captain that there's no one around to see how perfectly absurd he looks, with his hands around Flora's waist looking for all the world like he was just practicing how to hold a girl. "Sure are, and I'm one of them. I actually died here before saving the Mathair." She teases, before wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and twisting the ring on her finger.
With eyes full of precisely the same sort of laughter gilding her thoughts, Flora let the seed of a request take root in the back of her mind; kiss me, Jack. She imagined the captain with his fingers soft in her curls, his body pressing hers against one of the towering trees, his actions more on the side of romance rather than restless desire.
Wriggling playfully in his arms as if truly trying to get out of his grasp, it's lucky for the captain that there's no one around to see how perfectly absurd he looks, with his hands around Flora's waist looking for all the world like he was just practicing how to hold a girl. "Sure are, and I'm one of them. I actually died here before saving the Mathair." She teases, before wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and twisting the ring on her finger.
With eyes full of precisely the same sort of laughter gilding her thoughts, Flora let the seed of a request take root in the back of her mind; kiss me, Jack. She imagined the captain with his fingers soft in her curls, his body pressing hers against one of the towering trees, his actions more on the side of romance rather than restless desire.
