flora
Flora is not aware of what's going on above the lighthouse; her attention has narrowed to flame and wick as she finishes coaxing fire into the last waiting torch. It is only Spice’s sudden trill that cuts sharp and impatient through the thin air, a sound pitched wrong enough to set every nerve on edge, and Flora turns just in time to see a body unfurl across the stone in front of her.
Jack.
The world lurches, panic spiking hot and immediate, guilt and surprise crashing together hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs, and for a heartbeat she can only stare at him like he has stepped straight out of the half-waking nightmares that have stalked her sleep ever since Stormbreak. Months collapse into nothing. The top of the world feels abruptly, impossibly small.
Her hand comes up on instinct, torch flaring between them as she draws back toward the brazier, flame held like a warning she has not decided how to use, fingers tight enough to ache. There is no ocean here, no horizon of water to explain or even predict Jack's presence; only stone and sky and the unbearable reality of seeing him again when she wasn't sure such a thing would ever come to be, least of all here.
Flora swallows hard, throat tight, eyes wide and unguarded as she gapes at him in stunned silence, heart hammering against her ribs while the fire crackles softly and unbothered at her back.
tldr; insert spiderman gif here
Jack.
The world lurches, panic spiking hot and immediate, guilt and surprise crashing together hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs, and for a heartbeat she can only stare at him like he has stepped straight out of the half-waking nightmares that have stalked her sleep ever since Stormbreak. Months collapse into nothing. The top of the world feels abruptly, impossibly small.
Her hand comes up on instinct, torch flaring between them as she draws back toward the brazier, flame held like a warning she has not decided how to use, fingers tight enough to ache. There is no ocean here, no horizon of water to explain or even predict Jack's presence; only stone and sky and the unbearable reality of seeing him again when she wasn't sure such a thing would ever come to be, least of all here.
Flora swallows hard, throat tight, eyes wide and unguarded as she gapes at him in stunned silence, heart hammering against her ribs while the fire crackles softly and unbothered at her back.
tldr; insert spiderman gif here
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
