you look like my next mistake
"No, but my mom might have." Flora counters slyly, a note of pride creeping into her voice. Still, she wasn't here to try and argue Jack into going another round with the Flood, so she let her thoughts switch abruptly from whatever it might have been like between Jack and Sunjata (and oh gods now she was picturing it), back to the man who'd let her lull him to sleep with fairy tales from another world.
Forcing a laugh, the warmth of which has a white cloud leaving Flora's lips to mingle with the tobacco already placed there by Jack, the queen gives her head a small shake. "I know you're not a fixer upper, Jack." She says ruefully, before shifting to the side somewhat to look at him. "You know what you go into bed with, so tell me what I did." Was he just a clever opportunist? Was living a life that was easy for the most part all that Jack's ambition amounted to?
"And why tell me? With Sunjata, he owed you, but from where I'm sitting—" Even if it was 30ft up where a good push could do a lot of damage and where no one would hear her dying screams. "—I'm not sure you've got me in quite the same position."
Shit, now she was picturing them fucking again.
Forcing a laugh, the warmth of which has a white cloud leaving Flora's lips to mingle with the tobacco already placed there by Jack, the queen gives her head a small shake. "I know you're not a fixer upper, Jack." She says ruefully, before shifting to the side somewhat to look at him. "You know what you go into bed with, so tell me what I did." Was he just a clever opportunist? Was living a life that was easy for the most part all that Jack's ambition amounted to?
"And why tell me? With Sunjata, he owed you, but from where I'm sitting—" Even if it was 30ft up where a good push could do a lot of damage and where no one would hear her dying screams. "—I'm not sure you've got me in quite the same position."
Shit, now she was picturing them fucking again.
