i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
What begins as a gentle hum of encouragement shatters behind Flora's teeth as Jack's calloused hands unknowingly release a few of the locks holding the worst of the queen's trauma at bay. Exhaling a shivery sigh against his lips, much as Flora had been craving the sort of intimacy his body seemed keen to offer, the queen knew herself well enough to know that the sex would likely be bad (or, as bad as was possible to be with a man like Jack), and that she'd just end up crying in the middle of it. While there were times she'd opt for that regardless, just now she'd much prefer his arms around her instead.
The feeling of being small and bundled up in blankets has a silken glow misting its way through Flora's thoughts as she lets her fingers comb some of the sleep from Jack's hair as he sits them up. Brushing another fleeting kiss against his lips before slipping out of his arms, the queen makes her way toward her window. Though she hadn't had the occasion to scramble up onto her roof for what felt like years, her body still remembered how to do it easily enough, and once she was up, she paused to reach a hand down to collect the blankets from Jack to make his ascent all the easier.
Though Torchline was never quiet, the sorts of activities that took place this early in the morning were typically not the sort that invited noise, and so it was that the sound of the ocean lapping against the shoreline was far more resonant than it would be in a few hours. Only once they were settled with the queen making herself as small as possible in Jack's arms, did she finally allow herself to waft away the violet haze coating the worst of her thoughts.
"My...my mom kidnapped me. On the beach." She begins, aqua eyes fixed on Jack's chest. "She has magic that lets her make people do things and...Jack, she's infected."
The feeling of being small and bundled up in blankets has a silken glow misting its way through Flora's thoughts as she lets her fingers comb some of the sleep from Jack's hair as he sits them up. Brushing another fleeting kiss against his lips before slipping out of his arms, the queen makes her way toward her window. Though she hadn't had the occasion to scramble up onto her roof for what felt like years, her body still remembered how to do it easily enough, and once she was up, she paused to reach a hand down to collect the blankets from Jack to make his ascent all the easier.
Though Torchline was never quiet, the sorts of activities that took place this early in the morning were typically not the sort that invited noise, and so it was that the sound of the ocean lapping against the shoreline was far more resonant than it would be in a few hours. Only once they were settled with the queen making herself as small as possible in Jack's arms, did she finally allow herself to waft away the violet haze coating the worst of her thoughts.
"My...my mom kidnapped me. On the beach." She begins, aqua eyes fixed on Jack's chest. "She has magic that lets her make people do things and...Jack, she's infected."
