flora
"As long as I'm on the Ark, it's literally the safest place anyone could be." Flora counters, aqua eyes wide with a combination of arrogance and mischief as she stares up at Jack through the dissipating haze of cigarette smoke. Leaning forward ever so slightly, that her breasts brush against his chest through the thin fabric of her kaftan is far from accidental as her fingers continue to press starburst patterns against the back of the captain's head.
Replacing the cigarette back between his lips, rather than letting her wounded arm hang uselessly at her side, instead the queen hooks her fingers inside the waistband of Jack's pants where the lines of his muscles have oh so conveniently left the perfect amount of space for such a thing. Laughing, Flora gives her head a shake. "No I mean...did any of them ever come close to—" figuring out what you could do? "I know reading futures isn't the same thing as knowing what abilities people have, but..."
Replacing the cigarette back between his lips, rather than letting her wounded arm hang uselessly at her side, instead the queen hooks her fingers inside the waistband of Jack's pants where the lines of his muscles have oh so conveniently left the perfect amount of space for such a thing. Laughing, Flora gives her head a shake. "No I mean...did any of them ever come close to—" figuring out what you could do? "I know reading futures isn't the same thing as knowing what abilities people have, but..."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
