marked me like a bloodstain
Laughing at that, Flora shrugs, having not really expected much of an answer from Jack anyway. Turning toward the bed, the queen slides between the sheets rendering her thoughts suddenly cloudlike in response to the familiarity and comfort. She's still inclined to think that some not-half-bad sex followed by a few hours of crying would have done her a world of good, but she isn't as upset about how the night was currently going as she'd initially thought.
Lifting her brows as Jack starts to elaborate, wonders never ceasing, Flora settles back against her pillows and tries to imagine what it must be like for him. She'd seen the colours of her own mind splashed out across the walls of the House of Midnight, but she can also clearly visualize silvery strings covered in droplets of dew with Jack at the centre, quietly listening.
"That does sound exhausting." Flora agrees as she smooths her comforter down around her before looking up sharply. "Fireworks? Like...colourful...not subtle...explosive? Will burn you if you fuck up trying to light them off?" She smirks. "I'm sure everyone's mind is like that."
Lifting her brows as Jack starts to elaborate, wonders never ceasing, Flora settles back against her pillows and tries to imagine what it must be like for him. She'd seen the colours of her own mind splashed out across the walls of the House of Midnight, but she can also clearly visualize silvery strings covered in droplets of dew with Jack at the centre, quietly listening.
"That does sound exhausting." Flora agrees as she smooths her comforter down around her before looking up sharply. "Fireworks? Like...colourful...not subtle...explosive? Will burn you if you fuck up trying to light them off?" She smirks. "I'm sure everyone's mind is like that."
