flora
Flora's mind trembles at Jack's words, her brow furrowing as her lips part to interject. She's always been the one to wear her affection and love for him on her sleeve, had been the one to love him before she had any right to, had been the one carrying thoughts of their future like a second skin. If he's ever had any doubts all he'd need to do is look into her mind, to feel the rush of opalescent affection every time he looked at her, the flush of heat when he called her love, and the—admittedly annoying perhaps—way she wanted to do little else than remain at his side all hours of the day.
"All I want is to be loved by you," she whispers, before pressing a petal-soft kiss against his mouth that was so gentle it didn't even have her lips parting, though it was no less intimate for its comparatively chaste nature. Her mind burns and writhes, knowing that she's making more of this than she should, knowing that once the sun comes up no doubt she'll feel far less frenzied in her need for reassurance, but with Seren's death still heavy in her mind and with darkness in every corner, kissing Jack was all she could do to keep herself from giving in to the wild need to hear forever from his lips.
"All I want is to be loved by you," she whispers, before pressing a petal-soft kiss against his mouth that was so gentle it didn't even have her lips parting, though it was no less intimate for its comparatively chaste nature. Her mind burns and writhes, knowing that she's making more of this than she should, knowing that once the sun comes up no doubt she'll feel far less frenzied in her need for reassurance, but with Seren's death still heavy in her mind and with darkness in every corner, kissing Jack was all she could do to keep herself from giving in to the wild need to hear forever from his lips.
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?
