flora
Flora nods slowly. She knows Jack's telepathy didn't just mean he had to yield to her every thought, but it feels freeing to finally say it out loud, that picking through her thoughts might be inevitable, but it also stung. "I just… wanted you to know how it feels on the other side. To have someone pick and choose what matters, when it all matters to me." Her mouth twists, almost a smile, almost not; for as difficult as she could be, she couldn't imagine having to also deal with her thoughts at the same time. After a pause, she swallows and adds, quieter, "Is there anything I can do? When things get tense, between us?" Because inevitably it would. "To make it easier for you?"
She goes still as Jack refills the glass, silence heavy between them until she realises he isn’t dredging up the past just to punish her; he’s bleeding from it still. Her teeth find the inside of her cheek as she nods almost too quickly, and then she inches closer to where he's sitting, shoulder brushing his in a gesture that feels fragile for all its simplicity. "It won’t happen again," she whispers, meaning she’ll let him in on her reckless schemes, that she won't let him feel like he isn't good enough to be included.
"If there’s another war…" The thought slips out before she can cage it, unrelated as it is to everything they've been discussing; her voice wavers as she shakes her head, curls spilling forward to hide her face. "I don’t think I could stay queen." She risks a glance at him then, the scars in her mind likely just as jarring for Jack as the ones on her body. "I don’t think I could take it again."
She goes still as Jack refills the glass, silence heavy between them until she realises he isn’t dredging up the past just to punish her; he’s bleeding from it still. Her teeth find the inside of her cheek as she nods almost too quickly, and then she inches closer to where he's sitting, shoulder brushing his in a gesture that feels fragile for all its simplicity. "It won’t happen again," she whispers, meaning she’ll let him in on her reckless schemes, that she won't let him feel like he isn't good enough to be included.
"If there’s another war…" The thought slips out before she can cage it, unrelated as it is to everything they've been discussing; her voice wavers as she shakes her head, curls spilling forward to hide her face. "I don’t think I could stay queen." She risks a glance at him then, the scars in her mind likely just as jarring for Jack as the ones on her body. "I don’t think I could take it again."
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
