Flora
Flora might have argued that sex and food would keep the crew happy in the long run, but instead, she just smiles as she combs Jack's hair away from his eyes. "Well, if you'd offered me the job for more than a day, maybe I'd do something different." She murmurs gently as her fingers alternate between scratching at his scalp with her nails and massaging with the pads of her fingers.
Snorting under her breath at his next comment, though Flora does little more than meet Jack's gaze with a raise of her brows, her thoughts ignite with flares of rosegold and lavender. It was the sort of quip she'd come to adore from Jack—the sort that required reading between the lines to find the hidden affection therein—and gods if that didn't just prove her point all the more.
Unsurprisingly the Doubletake doesn't respond with platitudes of we'll get through this (because would they?) or offer ineffective suggestions like we'll get you a white noise machine. It doesn't even occur to her to whisper I love you the wayher parents others would in a similar situation. Instead, she merely hums her understanding; while Flora's abilities hadn't been silenced the way Jack's had, when the world had grown small and silent and distant as she began to die was likely close enough for her empathy not to be woefully misplaced. "I've never felt scared the way I did then." Flora admits softly as her fingers move across Jack's temples and toward his jaw, massaging away the tension she'd seen built up from the captain having feathered the muscles there so often.
"And it's like...it won't leave me alone." Pierce rather than death, had settled himself into her bones, leaving her feeling cold at all hours of the day even when she stood in the sun, leaving her feeling empty and useless and afraid.
Snorting under her breath at his next comment, though Flora does little more than meet Jack's gaze with a raise of her brows, her thoughts ignite with flares of rosegold and lavender. It was the sort of quip she'd come to adore from Jack—the sort that required reading between the lines to find the hidden affection therein—and gods if that didn't just prove her point all the more.
Unsurprisingly the Doubletake doesn't respond with platitudes of we'll get through this (because would they?) or offer ineffective suggestions like we'll get you a white noise machine. It doesn't even occur to her to whisper I love you the way
"And it's like...it won't leave me alone." Pierce rather than death, had settled himself into her bones, leaving her feeling cold at all hours of the day even when she stood in the sun, leaving her feeling empty and useless and afraid.
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
