i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
Gods, for as gentle as Jack is being in the midst of yet another crisis, the real tragedy is how little of it Flora will remember in the morning For now, though, the way he holds her—loves her—at what must be one of her lowest moments feels like having her heart wrenched through a broken window. The shards bite deep, but she clings to him all the same.
"I don’t know." The words shiver off of her lips before tangling into the space just under Jack's jaw as Flora twists in his arms. It says as much about the bigger picture as it invites more questions, but just now it's all the queen can manage before Hotaru's screams and Remi's snarls have her stomach tensing against the sobs that crowd their way up the back of her throat.
As for knowing? Even with her stomach emptied of alcohol the world still swims as Flora tries to straighten in Jack's arms, though almost immediately it has her feeling light-headed even as her limbs grow leaden. "Remi and Ronin, but..." Silent tears stream down her cheeks. "..I don't know if I can trust them."
"I don’t know." The words shiver off of her lips before tangling into the space just under Jack's jaw as Flora twists in his arms. It says as much about the bigger picture as it invites more questions, but just now it's all the queen can manage before Hotaru's screams and Remi's snarls have her stomach tensing against the sobs that crowd their way up the back of her throat.
As for knowing? Even with her stomach emptied of alcohol the world still swims as Flora tries to straighten in Jack's arms, though almost immediately it has her feeling light-headed even as her limbs grow leaden. "Remi and Ronin, but..." Silent tears stream down her cheeks. "..I don't know if I can trust them."
