candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"W o w. Someone work up grumpy this morning." Flora trills, almost entirely certain that no one had ever told her to shut the fuck up before. "I dunno, maybe someone wants dragon bones smuggled." She argues. "What would a SmUGgLeR be smuggling herbs around for?" That seemed like a good point and Flora was feeling quite proud of herself until it came to light that Jack didn't have what she needed.
Exhaling, visibly deflated, Flora huffs. "As if." Adjusting one of the rings on her long fingers, Flora gives her head a little shake. "I won't be your ship wench or whatever." She informs him rather haughtily, though her thoughts are suddenly soaked with caramel sea light floating in through the windows of his cabin onto immaculate white sheets.
"Well, I guess if it's going to taste like shit anyways it doesn't matter. Have you gone to this festival yet? Who is the food even for?"
Exhaling, visibly deflated, Flora huffs. "As if." Adjusting one of the rings on her long fingers, Flora gives her head a little shake. "I won't be your ship wench or whatever." She informs him rather haughtily, though her thoughts are suddenly soaked with caramel sea light floating in through the windows of his cabin onto immaculate white sheets.
"Well, I guess if it's going to taste like shit anyways it doesn't matter. Have you gone to this festival yet? Who is the food even for?"
