you look like my next mistake
Flora’s eyes light up at the mere suggestion of going back to the House of Midnight, and she all but beams up at Jack before the words have even fully left his mouth. "Gods, yes," she breathes, eager to visit her parent's establishment and not simply to see the captain's thoughts splashed out across the walls.
His next question earns him a knowing smirk, the queen tilting her head as if considering it, though her thoughts immediately betray her—you could be sweet first; you could say you love me more;you could pin me up against one of these trees; you could marry me— But then she’s rolling her shoulders in a lazy shrug, aqua eyes glinting with playful mischief. "I'm going to assume that's rhetorical," she purrs, slipping her hand into his.
The queen's thoughts don't stay radiant for long, and before enough time has passed for a companionable silence to fall between them, she's nibbling at the inside of one cheek and stealing glances at Jack over one shoulder. "If you're going to fight the Family, I'm going with you," Flora announces softly. "But maybe before that happens, can we talk about some of the other things we could do that don't just involve declaring war?"
His next question earns him a knowing smirk, the queen tilting her head as if considering it, though her thoughts immediately betray her—you could be sweet first; you could say you love me more;
The queen's thoughts don't stay radiant for long, and before enough time has passed for a companionable silence to fall between them, she's nibbling at the inside of one cheek and stealing glances at Jack over one shoulder. "If you're going to fight the Family, I'm going with you," Flora announces softly. "But maybe before that happens, can we talk about some of the other things we could do that don't just involve declaring war?"
