i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora shakes her head, curls brouncing with the force of it, eyes sharp with something brittle underneath. "That’s the problem. You didn't know and you never even tried." Her voice trembles with heat now, not just anger but the kind that comes from the slow erosion of disappointment over time. "You were fine putting me on a pedestal and then blaming everything on me instead of taking the time to actually know what you were asking." Gods but it made her feel small and overlooked, which in no small part explained her outburst about it all.
Her hands drop to her sides, fingers curling into the soft deck pillows as if trying to anchor herself. She watches him for a moment longer, not sure whether he’s conceding or just...stepping aside. Letting her win. And gods, wouldn’t it be something if Jack were hiding below deck right now, so she could ask him what this really was. Whether this was surrender or strategy or some twisted third thing he'd use against her later.
In the end, Flora just nods, stiff and small, and flops back down onto the cushions with more force than grace. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips pressed tight like she’s trying to bite back everything else she could say; about how this wasn’t the conversation she meant to have with him, how she’d written to Deimos asking him to help her with her latest scheme, but..maybe now wasn’t the time. Maybe it never would be.
"K, well. Thanks for help with the champagne, and the...you know." Flora vaguely gestures overboard to indicate the flying bit.
Her hands drop to her sides, fingers curling into the soft deck pillows as if trying to anchor herself. She watches him for a moment longer, not sure whether he’s conceding or just...stepping aside. Letting her win. And gods, wouldn’t it be something if Jack were hiding below deck right now, so she could ask him what this really was. Whether this was surrender or strategy or some twisted third thing he'd use against her later.
In the end, Flora just nods, stiff and small, and flops back down onto the cushions with more force than grace. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips pressed tight like she’s trying to bite back everything else she could say; about how this wasn’t the conversation she meant to have with him, how she’d written to Deimos asking him to help her with her latest scheme, but..maybe now wasn’t the time. Maybe it never would be.
"K, well. Thanks for help with the champagne, and the...you know." Flora vaguely gestures overboard to indicate the flying bit.
