i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
The fact that he's well enough to make quips, however weak his voice sounds, isn't enough to fool Flora into thinking he's anywhere near okay as her eyes finally adjust to the blanket-darkness and the bloody roses blooming despite the bandages meant to keep them contained.
Don't think about the trauma they both recently endured while literally being reminded of it with every breath; no problem, Jack. Flora could work on that while he worked on just getting better. She does try though, for him, but gods if it isn't impossible to keep the sharp edges of fear and pain from cutting through her attempts to hold them back, flowing into her thoughts like an ink stain spreading across the page.
Leaning into the press of his fingers, Flora's thoughts pulse with a velvety sort of desperation as she painstakingly tucks herself against his side, her movements slow, cautious, but full of need. She had watched him be stabbed, had seen the blade pierce him, and now every shift, every touch, was careful to avoid those wounds. Her fingers brushed his chest with a greedy kind of gentleness before her palm rested there, feeling the faint, fragile thud of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.
"I'm the reason he was there." She mumbles weakly, the words pressed against the cool jut of his shoulder.
Don't think about the trauma they both recently endured while literally being reminded of it with every breath; no problem, Jack. Flora could work on that while he worked on just getting better. She does try though, for him, but gods if it isn't impossible to keep the sharp edges of fear and pain from cutting through her attempts to hold them back, flowing into her thoughts like an ink stain spreading across the page.
Leaning into the press of his fingers, Flora's thoughts pulse with a velvety sort of desperation as she painstakingly tucks herself against his side, her movements slow, cautious, but full of need. She had watched him be stabbed, had seen the blade pierce him, and now every shift, every touch, was careful to avoid those wounds. Her fingers brushed his chest with a greedy kind of gentleness before her palm rested there, feeling the faint, fragile thud of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.
"I'm the reason he was there." She mumbles weakly, the words pressed against the cool jut of his shoulder.
