if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
"Right, like what would come after wouldn't be me locked in some cubby below deck with you sussing out the glass for yourself." Eloise snapped back, kicking at the sand and snarling as her toe found a rather sharp shell hidden beneath.
But then he mentioned the thing she had been sure she hadn't actually said, only thought, and her blood turned to icewater. The surprise of that was enough to make all of her illusions fall away. The healing bruises on her face and her wrists only partially covered by blood looking yellowish in the moonlight as she spun around to face him. Eyes wide, her mind a whirl of assumptions and static-connections, she looked at Jack with a mixture of horror and surprise. Speechless, her mind trying in vain to think of all the things she'd ever thought in his presence, her mental narrator, of course, seemed instantly activated. Does he know how often I've thought of fucking him? Would he be any good? Does he know I've snuck extra rations? That I accidentally killed one of the ship's cats? That it was me who didn't tie the rope and caused the mast to nearly crack?
Gods it wouldn't fucking stop.
Of course it was the more salacious thoughts of hers that ultimately made her want to scream and clamp her hands over her mouth as if that would help at all. Not knowing what to say at all, Eloise continued to stare, eyes narrowing now instead of being round as saucers. Then again if he really was reading her thoughts, she supposed she didn't actually need to say much.
So instead she very eloquently said, "What the fuck, Jack."
But then he mentioned the thing she had been sure she hadn't actually said, only thought, and her blood turned to icewater. The surprise of that was enough to make all of her illusions fall away. The healing bruises on her face and her wrists only partially covered by blood looking yellowish in the moonlight as she spun around to face him. Eyes wide, her mind a whirl of assumptions and static-connections, she looked at Jack with a mixture of horror and surprise. Speechless, her mind trying in vain to think of all the things she'd ever thought in his presence, her mental narrator, of course, seemed instantly activated. Does he know how often I've thought of fucking him? Would he be any good? Does he know I've snuck extra rations? That I accidentally killed one of the ship's cats? That it was me who didn't tie the rope and caused the mast to nearly crack?
Gods it wouldn't fucking stop.
Of course it was the more salacious thoughts of hers that ultimately made her want to scream and clamp her hands over her mouth as if that would help at all. Not knowing what to say at all, Eloise continued to stare, eyes narrowing now instead of being round as saucers. Then again if he really was reading her thoughts, she supposed she didn't actually need to say much.
So instead she very eloquently said, "What the fuck, Jack."
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
