@dxckworth: sent in a meme that SOMEBODY fucked up. So have this rambly feelsy thing in which the ship is having emotions.
✋ my muse plays with your muse's hair
Somewhere along the line, there had been a shift. Something that dangerously tiptoed around the line of friendship and something more. It had been there since the Ship had come back to Wonderland. Since that hug that lingered just a little too long and the short kiss that lingered afterward.
And Jolly would be full of it if she said she hadn’t thought about that day often. It was the reason her face lit up each time she saw him.
She’d been staring at him for far too long now. Hat, for some reason, misplaced and hair a rich chestnut coloured mess on the top of his head. No clue what he had been talking about or if he had been talking at all.
Finishing her tea, Jolly stood and made her way over to his desk, perching herself on the edge in front of him and without saying anything, she reached a hand up to brush fingers through his hair. Softer than what she had thought, even if it wasn’t her first time carding through it. This situation a bit different from the rest though. A soft smile on her lips and the hand smoothed it’s way down the back of his head and came to settle at his neck. Jolly probably should have pulled away. Made some stupid excuse and apologized, laughing it off. But instead she simply kept hold of that dark gaze, her own sea coloured eyes blinking. “Name?” A simple request, or so one would think, she’d known him for quite some time now and while he knew the basics of who and what she was, all she had on him was a shady tea business and some nonsensical name. “Please-- I just... If you trust me enough to keep a secret, I’d really like to know.”
