Flora
"Okay, continue to impress a goddess like Safrin." Flora amends with a roll of her eyes.
Glancing over her shoulder at him, though her gaze rakes over him once more, this time her thoughts are more focused and less flirtatious. She takes in the sun burnt ends, the salty highlights, the lacklustre waves. "Much as I like having something to grab when I run my fingers through your hair, you do have a lot of split ends." Flora points out. "And unless you're going to start conditioning your hair, they've got to go." A few inches, at least. "I am good with scissors, though." She adds more emphatically this time. He'd seen her with her daggers if nothing else.
It wasn't the heartbeat of a star description that made the Doubletake's steps falter for just a step, desperately beautifully as those words were, it was the scraping him off of the ground that had Flora's mouth going a touch dry. Competing with the likes of Aurelia or the whores at the Halenani were one thing, but Safrin? Clearing her throat Flora just nods as she sips in a deep breath and were such a thing possible, she'd have mentally flicked Jack away from her current thoughts.
Luckily talk of Maea has Flora's thoughts hardening sufficiently that she's able to look at the captian again with a straight face. 'Super pale.' She confirms. "I suppose I wondered what you'd do." The queen admits. "I figure that if I use my favour too soon I might not make the most of it, but if I wait too long..." Maea seemed like the type to try and shrug off having her life saved if too much time went by.
"I feel like if anyone knows where the sweet spot is, it's you." She says, unable to stop the way her mind fills witha dirty laugh rather suggestive thoughts, and the apologetically helpless way she shrugs at him says she knows as much.
Glancing over her shoulder at him, though her gaze rakes over him once more, this time her thoughts are more focused and less flirtatious. She takes in the sun burnt ends, the salty highlights, the lacklustre waves. "Much as I like having something to grab when I run my fingers through your hair, you do have a lot of split ends." Flora points out. "And unless you're going to start conditioning your hair, they've got to go." A few inches, at least. "I am good with scissors, though." She adds more emphatically this time. He'd seen her with her daggers if nothing else.
It wasn't the heartbeat of a star description that made the Doubletake's steps falter for just a step, desperately beautifully as those words were, it was the scraping him off of the ground that had Flora's mouth going a touch dry. Competing with the likes of Aurelia or the whores at the Halenani were one thing, but Safrin? Clearing her throat Flora just nods as she sips in a deep breath and were such a thing possible, she'd have mentally flicked Jack away from her current thoughts.
Luckily talk of Maea has Flora's thoughts hardening sufficiently that she's able to look at the captian again with a straight face. 'Super pale.' She confirms. "I suppose I wondered what you'd do." The queen admits. "I figure that if I use my favour too soon I might not make the most of it, but if I wait too long..." Maea seemed like the type to try and shrug off having her life saved if too much time went by.
"I feel like if anyone knows where the sweet spot is, it's you." She says, unable to stop the way her mind fills with
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
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