flora
She blinks at him, lashes trembling faintly as if they can’t quite decide whether to let the sting at her eyes spill over or hold back. Of all the sharp words he’s cut her with, of all the walls he’s built and then set on fire, this—this admission—is the most surprising thing she can think of him having ever done, save for appearing at her side to twist her into invisibility at the pool party.
For a heartbeat she only looks, pulled halfway out of herself, caught on the whiplash of how quickly they’ve shifted: the memory of his weight pinning her down still humming low in her body, the warmth of curling against his side like it had never been complicated, and now this distance between them that feels wide enough to drown in, though her thigh still brushes his under the blankets.
Her voice comes out soft, almost disbelieving, her mouth shaping the words as if afraid they’ll break if she breathes too hard. "Say more things." The plea slips out before she can stop it, her aqua eyes still shining with tears that refuse to fall, heavy and unspilled. She swallows, voice catching, softer still as she presses on. "Because so far it sounds like you want me even if it ruins both of our fucking lives, and I mean.." There was a time when for Flora that would have been the most romantic thing, but here and now at the wisened old age of 23, there was no way she could commit herself or an immortal Jack to those sorts of shackles.
For a heartbeat she only looks, pulled halfway out of herself, caught on the whiplash of how quickly they’ve shifted: the memory of his weight pinning her down still humming low in her body, the warmth of curling against his side like it had never been complicated, and now this distance between them that feels wide enough to drown in, though her thigh still brushes his under the blankets.
Her voice comes out soft, almost disbelieving, her mouth shaping the words as if afraid they’ll break if she breathes too hard. "Say more things." The plea slips out before she can stop it, her aqua eyes still shining with tears that refuse to fall, heavy and unspilled. She swallows, voice catching, softer still as she presses on. "Because so far it sounds like you want me even if it ruins both of our fucking lives, and I mean.." There was a time when for Flora that would have been the most romantic thing, but here and now at the wisened old age of 23, there was no way she could commit herself or an immortal Jack to those sorts of shackles.
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
