Flora
"Careful, Jack." Flora warns in a sing-song voice. It had only taken her, what? Four years of knowing the captain and perhaps a year or more of actively pursuing him to get him to fall in love with her? No doubt marriage was a far easier pill to swallow than the admission of love had been.
"Well, those people would be full of shit, but I'll take it." The queen laughs, the sound of which has her thoughts flickering in bright golds and shades of peach reminiscent of long drawn-out Longheat afternoons.
"Keep it up and I'll toss one of your bottled ships into the Eurybia." Flora counters wickedly, and though she narrows her eyes up at him. her thoughts have remained sunlit and warm. Scoffing under her breath, the Doubletake teases her fingertips across the aching muscles of her shoulder. "Something tells me that death threats aren't going to hit the same this year." Not that he needed it, but having actually died was the sort of thing which had already grown Jack's infamy to a level which seemed impossible for anyone else to ever match.
Raising her eyebrows, Flora glances dramatically over one shoulder as if to identify whoever it was Jack was thinking of, before snapping her head back around, eyes bright. "Oh, you mean me." Cue the laugh track. "I mean, now that you're immortal, should you even really get a birthday?" Both her thoughts and smile turn sly as she wrinkles her nose up at him. "If you don't want to age, maybe you shouldn't even get any presents at all." A scene flickers through her mind of Jack's cabin illuminated only by candle and moonlight, with three gifts on his bunk. One, a shard of mageclass, the second a trio of daggers, and the third, the queen of Torchline wrapped up in nothing more than a red ribbon.
"Well, those people would be full of shit, but I'll take it." The queen laughs, the sound of which has her thoughts flickering in bright golds and shades of peach reminiscent of long drawn-out Longheat afternoons.
"Keep it up and I'll toss one of your bottled ships into the Eurybia." Flora counters wickedly, and though she narrows her eyes up at him. her thoughts have remained sunlit and warm. Scoffing under her breath, the Doubletake teases her fingertips across the aching muscles of her shoulder. "Something tells me that death threats aren't going to hit the same this year." Not that he needed it, but having actually died was the sort of thing which had already grown Jack's infamy to a level which seemed impossible for anyone else to ever match.
Raising her eyebrows, Flora glances dramatically over one shoulder as if to identify whoever it was Jack was thinking of, before snapping her head back around, eyes bright. "Oh, you mean me." Cue the laugh track. "I mean, now that you're immortal, should you even really get a birthday?" Both her thoughts and smile turn sly as she wrinkles her nose up at him. "If you don't want to age, maybe you shouldn't even get any presents at all." A scene flickers through her mind of Jack's cabin illuminated only by candle and moonlight, with three gifts on his bunk. One, a shard of mageclass, the second a trio of daggers, and the third, the queen of Torchline wrapped up in nothing more than a red ribbon.
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
