i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
Snickering at that and absolutely adoring Jack for always being able to find an option between giving too much weight to Flora's insecurities while not dismissing them completely, the queen shoots him a crooked smile. "I guess you'd be the one to know what most people do." She counters, caring very little for what he might want to label it, and only knowing that no amount of being sick nor parent-induced breakdowns could keep her from wanting him.
If she thought she could stomach it, Flora might have tried to create a waterfall of vomit in her thoughts just to bug the captain; alas, it would have come back on them both, so she wisely set her thoughts on the task of brushing her teeth instead. Once the taste if not the memory was out of her mouth, the queen sighed softly before splashing her face with cool water in her sink. She knew Jack was right and that they ought to speak in the morning, the only hitch in that plan was the hours that lay between them and sunrise.
Sleep, petal, Hotaru had whispered on the beach.
SLEEEEEEEEEEEP! she'd screamed in the little houseboat.
Pressing her eyes closed and sipping in a quick breath, Flora eyes herself in the mirror. Running her fingertips over the mess of scar tissue on her shoulder, she glances down at her reflection as her fingers smooth the fabric away from the scar that sliced neatly across her belly. Not like those Jack bore in almost exactly the same place which were far crueler and messier. Frowning she pulls her shirt back into place before shutting off the lights and pouring herself another glass of fountain water.
Drifting toward her side of the bed, Flora sets down her glass. Normally she'd be trying to think of a way she could douse him with water before he'd be able to block it, but tonight she just slinks wordlessly beneath the covers. "If my thoughts keep you up...just nudge me. I'm not sure how much sleep I'll be able to get."
If she thought she could stomach it, Flora might have tried to create a waterfall of vomit in her thoughts just to bug the captain; alas, it would have come back on them both, so she wisely set her thoughts on the task of brushing her teeth instead. Once the taste if not the memory was out of her mouth, the queen sighed softly before splashing her face with cool water in her sink. She knew Jack was right and that they ought to speak in the morning, the only hitch in that plan was the hours that lay between them and sunrise.
Sleep, petal, Hotaru had whispered on the beach.
SLEEEEEEEEEEEP! she'd screamed in the little houseboat.
Pressing her eyes closed and sipping in a quick breath, Flora eyes herself in the mirror. Running her fingertips over the mess of scar tissue on her shoulder, she glances down at her reflection as her fingers smooth the fabric away from the scar that sliced neatly across her belly. Not like those Jack bore in almost exactly the same place which were far crueler and messier. Frowning she pulls her shirt back into place before shutting off the lights and pouring herself another glass of fountain water.
Drifting toward her side of the bed, Flora sets down her glass. Normally she'd be trying to think of a way she could douse him with water before he'd be able to block it, but tonight she just slinks wordlessly beneath the covers. "If my thoughts keep you up...just nudge me. I'm not sure how much sleep I'll be able to get."
