i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
"Can we just—" Tension ripples through the Doubletake as her fingers clutch at the captain's body. While his idea is one that makes absolute sense, the way her mind rises so willingly to follow along has her immediately reeling, the memory of how she'd done precisely the same thing with her mother making her feel cold and violated and weak. "—please can we just stay a little bit longer?"
Shivering despite not being cold, Flora twists in Jack's arms, spying the sheen of gold stretching out across the Arklight as the sun stretched its way over the water. Once they got up, once they put plans into motion to set things right, Flora would have to properly face the rest of what she was trying to keep at arm's length. Even if her mother had just been infected, even if no one else was in on it and the Valkyrie apologized, then what? None of that would remove the screams permanently etched into Flora's mind; it wouldn't erase the feelings of having been betrayed by someone she thought she could implicitly trust.
Jack's eyes looked all the more blue for the deep stormcloud-coloured bags settling beneath them, and for a moment the queen was entirely certain that the panacea for all her problems could be found in exactly that shade if only she could bottle it. "Tell me you love me." She whispers, pleadingly; her curls burned with gold as the sun continued to rise, rendering the messy fly-aways almost pure white as Flora gazed up at Jack.
Shivering despite not being cold, Flora twists in Jack's arms, spying the sheen of gold stretching out across the Arklight as the sun stretched its way over the water. Once they got up, once they put plans into motion to set things right, Flora would have to properly face the rest of what she was trying to keep at arm's length. Even if her mother had just been infected, even if no one else was in on it and the Valkyrie apologized, then what? None of that would remove the screams permanently etched into Flora's mind; it wouldn't erase the feelings of having been betrayed by someone she thought she could implicitly trust.
Jack's eyes looked all the more blue for the deep stormcloud-coloured bags settling beneath them, and for a moment the queen was entirely certain that the panacea for all her problems could be found in exactly that shade if only she could bottle it. "Tell me you love me." She whispers, pleadingly; her curls burned with gold as the sun continued to rise, rendering the messy fly-aways almost pure white as Flora gazed up at Jack.
