flora
Having demanded been given a drawer in Jack's cabin, Flora has enough clothes available such that the outfit she strolls out onto the deck in looks almost intentional. Wearing a flowy kaftan and strappy sandals, the Doubletake has left her curls loose in order to complete the beachy bohemian look she'd been going for. The fact that it meant she could get away without wearing a bra was very well received by her still-healing shoulder.
Slinking up behind Jack, Flora wraps her arms around him, careful to keep them above the line of his bandages. Her touch was accompanied not just by warm affection, but by pulses of healing as well thanks to the new ring on her finger. Pressing a kiss against the channel of the captain's spine, the queen rests her cheek against his back, sighing deeply. "Crew said that while we were dead Vox sent a broadcast about it." She murmurs. "You think by the time we get home we'll have missed our own funerals?"
Slinking up behind Jack, Flora wraps her arms around him, careful to keep them above the line of his bandages. Her touch was accompanied not just by warm affection, but by pulses of healing as well thanks to the new ring on her finger. Pressing a kiss against the channel of the captain's spine, the queen rests her cheek against his back, sighing deeply. "Crew said that while we were dead Vox sent a broadcast about it." She murmurs. "You think by the time we get home we'll have missed our own funerals?"
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
