flora
Flora arrives at the cliffside with Jack at her side. She clutches a small bouquet of wildflowers—delicate and unsung, not unlike her sister—along with a slender bottle of gin, one that she and Seren never got to share. Wearing only her carefully applied lipstick (she left the rest of her makeup behind, knowing her tears would wash it all away), the queen slumps at Jack's side, hesitating briefly as if by not attending Seren's funeral she might somehow prevent it from happening altogether.
Eventually, though, Flora forces herself forward, parting from the captain to set down the spray of flowers on the pyre. Then, with a shaky breath, she uncaps the bottle of gin and leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry we only had time for one drink," she murmurs, the words heavy with loss. She takes a careful sip, letting the burn of the gin mingle with her sorrow.
Eventually, though, Flora forces herself forward, parting from the captain to set down the spray of flowers on the pyre. Then, with a shaky breath, she uncaps the bottle of gin and leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry we only had time for one drink," she murmurs, the words heavy with loss. She takes a careful sip, letting the burn of the gin mingle with her sorrow.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
