flora
Flora nods, because his understanding—even if it’s only partial—is as much as she can reasonably ask for, short of somehow learning to keep her thoughts shuttered away from him entirely. The look of surprise that crosses Jack’s face draws a quick, instinctive smile from her; rare as it is, she catches it like sunlight spilling through a crack. "I can absolutely do that," she murmurs, soft and almost shy, as if the act of asking him questions is suddenly a thing precious enough to handle carefully.
When his nudge comes, not with hollow comforts but with some other life invented in a heartbeat, she laughs warmly, the sound thick with affection. Gods, it’s far too easy to picture—guildmistress andpirate smuggler, the pair of them tumbling headlong into whatever chaos they pleased. Maybe she’d inherited her parents’ penchant for doing the things she thought she was meant to, and while that mostly landed her on the side of good, it was only happenstance in the end. Left to Jack, she’d dive headfirst into debauchery with him and never look back.
The thought clings as she pulls in a breath and shifts away, rising from the bed with the sheet clutched around her. From his trunk she steals a pair of sweatpants without hesitation, tugging them on before shrugging into the chambray shirt she’d arrived in. No doubt he'd feel the tide of her thoughts shifting, uneasy, pressing at the edges before she reins them in. Clearing her throat, she leans back against his desk, the distance deliberate, a gift to them both for what she’s about to say.
"About Kaisel..." Her voice trails off, colour blooming hot in her cheeks as she bites at the inside of one. Her mind betrays her, flickering with images too sharp to ignore, each one surfacing like sparks in the dark. Against the tide of it she manages, softer, "Do you want to talk about it now, or later?" In light of all they'd agreed to and how his name had bloomed in her thoughts even with Jack's hands on her body, no doubt this was going to be something she'd have to actually give voice to, however uncomfortable and confusing it was likely to be.
When his nudge comes, not with hollow comforts but with some other life invented in a heartbeat, she laughs warmly, the sound thick with affection. Gods, it’s far too easy to picture—guildmistress and
The thought clings as she pulls in a breath and shifts away, rising from the bed with the sheet clutched around her. From his trunk she steals a pair of sweatpants without hesitation, tugging them on before shrugging into the chambray shirt she’d arrived in. No doubt he'd feel the tide of her thoughts shifting, uneasy, pressing at the edges before she reins them in. Clearing her throat, she leans back against his desk, the distance deliberate, a gift to them both for what she’s about to say.
"About Kaisel..." Her voice trails off, colour blooming hot in her cheeks as she bites at the inside of one. Her mind betrays her, flickering with images too sharp to ignore, each one surfacing like sparks in the dark. Against the tide of it she manages, softer, "Do you want to talk about it now, or later?" In light of all they'd agreed to and how his name had bloomed in her thoughts even with Jack's hands on her body, no doubt this was going to be something she'd have to actually give voice to, however uncomfortable and confusing it was likely to be.
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
