walk me home in the dead of night
"What kind of idiot goes around bragging about document forgery?" Flora quips back, one of her brows raised challengingly if only to make up for the fact that this hadn't been a particularly good comeback.
Perhaps rather disappointingly for anyone who had hoped for more for Flora and much to the satisfaction of those who want to see her embrace her trauma for what it is, the Doubletake has developed a near-crippling praise kink such that the small flinch of Jack's lips has the girl ready to fall to her knees between his. He can't see the way her lips part with want as he pinches the apple of her cheek, but certainly his mind will feel the way hers is suddenly all to greedy to go back on what she'd said before and gag herself on his thumb. All this simultaneously occurs while the Doubletake wonders if she can't try and get Jack to start signing for things around the Tavern. He'd be too clever to avoid replying if she sent him a letter, but were there other ways of getting the fine captain's penmanship on some parchment? Oh, she certainly thought so.
Twisting the ring and shimmering back into focus, her cheeks flushed but her shoulders straight, Flora turns to pour herself a gin with Spice's assistance.
Perhaps rather disappointingly for anyone who had hoped for more for Flora and much to the satisfaction of those who want to see her embrace her trauma for what it is, the Doubletake has developed a near-crippling praise kink such that the small flinch of Jack's lips has the girl ready to fall to her knees between his. He can't see the way her lips part with want as he pinches the apple of her cheek, but certainly his mind will feel the way hers is suddenly all to greedy to go back on what she'd said before and gag herself on his thumb. All this simultaneously occurs while the Doubletake wonders if she can't try and get Jack to start signing for things around the Tavern. He'd be too clever to avoid replying if she sent him a letter, but were there other ways of getting the fine captain's penmanship on some parchment? Oh, she certainly thought so.
Twisting the ring and shimmering back into focus, her cheeks flushed but her shoulders straight, Flora turns to pour herself a gin with Spice's assistance.
