i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
Indeed, Flora is not how he left her. Where previously the woods that sprawled through the landscape of her mind had roots that stretched far down into the earth, now they lay uprooted and broken, their pulp drenched in violet. The greenery that once bloomed at the merest glance from the captain was now tangled and frost-touched, shrinking away from him even as the queen sank warmly against him.
"I drank too fast." Flora admits with a laugh, and while she does her best to hold his gaze, the room begins to spin again. "But it's no problem." Emphatically said, if her words had begun to slur together it wasn't something she could help at this point. "mm." Blinking hard, her glazed stare revolving back to the blue of Jack's eyes, Flora leans forward jerkily. In her mind the kiss she placed against his mouth was flirtatious and inviting, the sort of thing he'd want to savour. In reality her lips were sticky with something that tasted of cinnamon and her tongue was far too belligerent to be anything but messy. Still, it had heat melting away a bit of the ice that lingered in the remaining thickets of her thoughts. By no means did it heal them, but with the coating of frost gone the damage was far more readily apparent than it had been moments before.
"I want you," she whispers, the alcohol of course making this seem like a perfectly obvious next step. "Its been way too long. Come into the back with me."
"I drank too fast." Flora admits with a laugh, and while she does her best to hold his gaze, the room begins to spin again. "But it's no problem." Emphatically said, if her words had begun to slur together it wasn't something she could help at this point. "mm." Blinking hard, her glazed stare revolving back to the blue of Jack's eyes, Flora leans forward jerkily. In her mind the kiss she placed against his mouth was flirtatious and inviting, the sort of thing he'd want to savour. In reality her lips were sticky with something that tasted of cinnamon and her tongue was far too belligerent to be anything but messy. Still, it had heat melting away a bit of the ice that lingered in the remaining thickets of her thoughts. By no means did it heal them, but with the coating of frost gone the damage was far more readily apparent than it had been moments before.
"I want you," she whispers, the alcohol of course making this seem like a perfectly obvious next step. "Its been way too long. Come into the back with me."
