39 ( for the things you said thingy )
things you said prompts || accepting || @by-air (#39, things you said when we first met)
a flash of blonde, no more than five and a half feet tall steps out of the cockpit of a spitfire. it’s the early months of 1940, and jac’s still getting used to flying all the time. she’s as much of a spitfire as her plane; all she can offer is a grin that bounces like her curls, she meets ferrier’s gaze and quips,
“what, have you never seen a woman fly a plane before?”
she sees him again in the mess, sitting with buddies in his unit. she doesn’t pick a fight but one comes to her anyway. a snide remark from someone and she’s ready to go until he’s there, a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep her back. she doesn’t know the man and he’s already getting on her nerves.
“i don’t need someone to protect me.” the other guy most definitely did.
the thought of the war makes her sick, but there wasn’t anything she could do at home, so she went abroad. they were taking pilots in england and she had learned how to fly with her brother. her brother who had no ties and enlisted. who she begged not to go. she didn’t tell him she was leaving until she was in the uk.
jac is at a table, loopy cursive on raf stationary, wishing her brother luck and telling him where she is. ferrier finds her there, and joins her, hands up in a sort of surrender. so they really talk, open and honest and raw.
“how do you think all of this is gonna end?”