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Smiling fondly, Flora nods. "He's pretty scrappy, despite how he looks." Niki was a whole lot more than that, and despite how comparatively little time they'd spent together, she absolutely adored him despite all of his eccentricities. Or actually, more than likely because of them.
But then Jack's brief admonishment has something inside of her flinching and drawing back, even as she sinks down onto his lap. For all the ways Jack had mastered the art of embodying her unresolved daddy issues, he had also magnified them; case in point, the lingering belief that nothing she ever did was ever enough, that she was never enough. She'd fought for Jack, had fallen in love with Jack, had brought him back to life and given him the ability to do so for himself if ever he needed it, gifted him a ring and now a bracelet to amplify his power, and yet...
...everything still felt so fragile. Like he might decide at any moment he was better off without her, and if she was lucky, she'd see the Ark's red sails disappear over the horizon rather than just finding the harbour bare of her forever.
Smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks, Flora gives her head a little shake before leaning down and brushing the tip of her nose against his. "My sister just died," she whispers softly. "I think now is fine."
But then Jack's brief admonishment has something inside of her flinching and drawing back, even as she sinks down onto his lap. For all the ways Jack had mastered the art of embodying her unresolved daddy issues, he had also magnified them; case in point, the lingering belief that nothing she ever did was ever enough, that she was never enough. She'd fought for Jack, had fallen in love with Jack, had brought him back to life and given him the ability to do so for himself if ever he needed it, gifted him a ring and now a bracelet to amplify his power, and yet...
...everything still felt so fragile. Like he might decide at any moment he was better off without her, and if she was lucky, she'd see the Ark's red sails disappear over the horizon rather than just finding the harbour bare of her forever.
Smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks, Flora gives her head a little shake before leaning down and brushing the tip of her nose against his. "My sister just died," she whispers softly. "I think now is fine."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
