you hate the crash, but you love the rush
The sleepiness is slow to fade, but it ebbs sharply at Jack’s words—at the careful tone he uses, the way he positions himself as though he expects trouble. Flora stiffens slightly, concern pooling behind her gaze as she sits up a little straighter, pulling the blankets up to her chest as if they might somehow shield her from whatever’s coming next. She watches him intently, waiting, her heartbeat picking up speed in the quiet, soft-lit cabin.
Then he mentions Safrin, and dReAm MeETIngS, and something twists unpleasantly in the pit of her stomach. It isn't difficult to put two and two together—not when she'd seen firsthand how Safrin liked to "conduct business" with Jack; with the captain on his knees gasping and bloody, with I love yous spilling from his lips and handshake deals.
"Jack—" she begins slowly, brows knitting together, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Please tell me you're not about to say what I think you're about to say." There's no anger in her voice (yet), only quiet disbelief and a creeping dread that curls through her thoughts, cold and sharp. Flora has never thought seriously about having children herself—she's young—too young for that, and frankly too selfish—but the idea of Jack starting yet another branch of his family tree with Safrin without so much as a conversation with her...well, it sucks.
Then he mentions Safrin, and dReAm MeETIngS, and something twists unpleasantly in the pit of her stomach. It isn't difficult to put two and two together—not when she'd seen firsthand how Safrin liked to "conduct business" with Jack; with the captain on his knees gasping and bloody, with I love yous spilling from his lips and handshake deals.
"Jack—" she begins slowly, brows knitting together, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Please tell me you're not about to say what I think you're about to say." There's no anger in her voice (yet), only quiet disbelief and a creeping dread that curls through her thoughts, cold and sharp. Flora has never thought seriously about having children herself—she's young—too young for that, and frankly too selfish—but the idea of Jack starting yet another branch of his family tree with Safrin without so much as a conversation with her...well, it sucks.
