marked me like a bloodstain
"No, I mean—" Biting at the inside of her cheek but stopping short of drawing blood, the Doubletake shakes her head. Whatever makeup she'd put on hours and hours ago had all but melted off in the Climb, leaving only a mop of slowly drying curls and mascara dripping down her cheeks. Her tears hurt, gods all the more so in front of Jack who'd she'd spent an embarrassingly long time trying to impress and who could probably have a staring contest with a sliced onion and not cry, but for once she didn't try to stop them.
Instead, Flora lifted her gaze, her aqua eyes made all the more blue in the darkness with nothing but the moonlight and the sheen of her tears to brighten them. "I don't want to be blocked out." She snaps, her tears flowing more freely and with them new shades of self-loathing and desperation. Flora didn't care for someone to UNdErStAnD her that night, and she was quite sure that some idiot at the Hanged Man would still be more than happy to follow her home bedraggled as she was. They'd still want her in a way Jack wouldn't—couldn't—not with her weepy thoughts and need for fucking basic human affection.
Shifting out of his grasp and from beneath his arm, Flora pulls Asta's shirt all the more tightly around her. She isn't wearing underwear or a bra at this point, which really, should just make her time spent picking someone up that much easier. Glancing towards her bag, her compass was still inside, so yeah, she did need it, Flora stomped across the plaza.
Instead, Flora lifted her gaze, her aqua eyes made all the more blue in the darkness with nothing but the moonlight and the sheen of her tears to brighten them. "I don't want to be blocked out." She snaps, her tears flowing more freely and with them new shades of self-loathing and desperation. Flora didn't care for someone to UNdErStAnD her that night, and she was quite sure that some idiot at the Hanged Man would still be more than happy to follow her home bedraggled as she was. They'd still want her in a way Jack wouldn't—couldn't—not with her weepy thoughts and need for fucking basic human affection.
Shifting out of his grasp and from beneath his arm, Flora pulls Asta's shirt all the more tightly around her. She isn't wearing underwear or a bra at this point, which really, should just make her time spent picking someone up that much easier. Glancing towards her bag, her compass was still inside, so yeah, she did need it, Flora stomped across the plaza.
