Flora
Not bothering to hide the way that even just a few pen strokes light her up utterly—and if there was ever a question about the Doubletake's feelings for the captain, that was as good an answer as any—Flora messily pens a response before letting her hand sag exhaustedly back to the sheets.
Having no idea what time of day it is and thus having no idea how long it is until tomorrow, Flora restlessly shifts amidst the furs. "He was... gods." Swallowing, the queen shakes her head, her voice catching. "He just wouldn't stop. He attacked me first even after I said I wouldn't cleanse the void anymore... and then Jack..." Despite seeing Jack's familiar scrawl on the parchment, her stomach still clenches, the memory of him dying in her arms too visceral and fresh to forget. "He put himself in the way and told me to run, but with the barrier, there was nowhere to go. And even after he—" The word catches in her throat, nearly choking her. Flora shifts, her body trembling, the urge to curl in on herself almost overwhelming.
"—killed Jack, he still wouldn't stop." The words are almost a snarl, her voice raw with anger and grief, the pain of the memory clawing at her insides. She can still see it—Pierce's cold determination, the casual cruelty in his eyes as he struck again and again, the blade slicing through the person she loved most. It was relentless, heartless, and even now, the chill of that moment refused to leave her. Jack is alive now—she knows that—but the fear of losing him again looms like a stormcloud over her thoughts, dark and unyielding.
Having no idea what time of day it is and thus having no idea how long it is until tomorrow, Flora restlessly shifts amidst the furs. "He was... gods." Swallowing, the queen shakes her head, her voice catching. "He just wouldn't stop. He attacked me first even after I said I wouldn't cleanse the void anymore... and then Jack..." Despite seeing Jack's familiar scrawl on the parchment, her stomach still clenches, the memory of him dying in her arms too visceral and fresh to forget. "He put himself in the way and told me to run, but with the barrier, there was nowhere to go. And even after he—" The word catches in her throat, nearly choking her. Flora shifts, her body trembling, the urge to curl in on herself almost overwhelming.
"—killed Jack, he still wouldn't stop." The words are almost a snarl, her voice raw with anger and grief, the pain of the memory clawing at her insides. She can still see it—Pierce's cold determination, the casual cruelty in his eyes as he struck again and again, the blade slicing through the person she loved most. It was relentless, heartless, and even now, the chill of that moment refused to leave her. Jack is alive now—she knows that—but the fear of losing him again looms like a stormcloud over her thoughts, dark and unyielding.
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
