you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
What she was doing was trying to protect the man she loves the only way she knows how: by immediately opting for martyrdom the way nearly everyone in her family would have rather than thinking things through. For instance, if Pierce's blade retained its magical abilities (though given that neither she nor Jack was dead yet was perhaps evidence it hadn't), then it might have been worth at least trying her compass or ring. Of course as the rapier once again sliced clean into Jack's stomach, every thought flickered out from Flora's mind as her limbs grew leaden and her heart threatened to stop.
"Jack," recovering from how Pierce had shoved her aside, the queen immediately spun, tripping over her own feet to collapse in front of the captain. "No, no, no, no—" Flora's breath caught in her throat, her entire world narrowing to the sight of him covered in so much red. Her fingers brushed his cheek, trembling as she cupped his face, her eyes searching his for some sign, any sign, that he was still there. "Jack," she choked out, her voice cracking as tears blurred her vision. "Stay with me, okay? You're going to be fine." She whispered frantically, her confidence overbright in light of how spectacularly everything had come crashing down.
She pressed her forehead against his, her breath hitching, tears spilling onto his skin. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear, love, and desperation, her heart pounding with every second that slipped away. Her hands moved to his stomach, pressing down in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
Turning toward Pierce, the queen swallowed back a sob. "Please," she said, the word bitter on her tongue. "I'll never touch the void again. I'll leave it alone, I swear." Her gaze fell to the ground, her voice barely more than a whisper, the promise heavy as it left her lips.
"Jack," recovering from how Pierce had shoved her aside, the queen immediately spun, tripping over her own feet to collapse in front of the captain. "No, no, no, no—" Flora's breath caught in her throat, her entire world narrowing to the sight of him covered in so much red. Her fingers brushed his cheek, trembling as she cupped his face, her eyes searching his for some sign, any sign, that he was still there. "Jack," she choked out, her voice cracking as tears blurred her vision. "Stay with me, okay? You're going to be fine." She whispered frantically, her confidence overbright in light of how spectacularly everything had come crashing down.
She pressed her forehead against his, her breath hitching, tears spilling onto his skin. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear, love, and desperation, her heart pounding with every second that slipped away. Her hands moved to his stomach, pressing down in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
Turning toward Pierce, the queen swallowed back a sob. "Please," she said, the word bitter on her tongue. "I'll never touch the void again. I'll leave it alone, I swear." Her gaze fell to the ground, her voice barely more than a whisper, the promise heavy as it left her lips.
