flora
"Wh—" It felt like a trick or a trap, something to cause her to let her guard down, but to what end? They'd just agreed that Jack couldn't do shit to her without there being repercussions, so why did it still feel so wrong? So slimy?
Rubbing one of her cheeks against her shoulder like she might somehow douse the heat she knew had spread across her face, Flora snapped her fingers for his broken wrist. The urge to shake it was strong, but gods, what was the fucking use? Instead, she placed a few of the leaves against his palm to act as padding before placing the sticks vertically against his arm and fingers. "This is going to hurt." She murmured as she reached for the vines.
"So what was the arrangement?" Flora asked, her voice dull as she started to wind the vines softly around Jack's arm beneath the break.
Rubbing one of her cheeks against her shoulder like she might somehow douse the heat she knew had spread across her face, Flora snapped her fingers for his broken wrist. The urge to shake it was strong, but gods, what was the fucking use? Instead, she placed a few of the leaves against his palm to act as padding before placing the sticks vertically against his arm and fingers. "This is going to hurt." She murmured as she reached for the vines.
"So what was the arrangement?" Flora asked, her voice dull as she started to wind the vines softly around Jack's arm beneath the break.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
