i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora only rolls her eyes at that, and while to anyone else it might have looked petulant, if anything the Doubletake thinks Jack is being too humble. Immortality was different than invincibility, sure, but if anyone could keep themselves from death's door, there's no one she'd bet on before Jack. Giving him a look, the idea of him being stabbed both devastating as it was amusing, Flora can only rub her thumb along the top of her knee. "I guess...I just never knew it was what you wanted." She says, a touch lamely, her shoulders rising and falling. Of all the things she'd have guessed, living forever probably wouldn't have even been in her top 5 if she was asked what secret prize was in Jack's heart of hearts.
Going quite still at his answer, Flora's eyes widen a fraction before she's desperately blinking tears away. Her ring remains cool on her finger and that only has her gnawing against the inside of her cheek all the more aggressively to try and pull her mind from the too-sharp pain behind her eyes. "Don't." She whispers in a voice already beginning to fray. Yes, she'd asked him why, but gods he didn't have to say it like that. Not in that voice, notdon't make me fall in love with you, Jack when she was already upset.
Watching his legs as he fumbled to stand, Flora remained where she was for a moment longer. Feeling like she should reach for him, to tell him to stay or to suggest they go to the House of Midnight instead of the Ark, but she can't think what the point would be. It still all feels immensely hollow now, like a proposed summer romance with someone already planning on leaving. A good time he'd called it, but what was supposed to be good about it, when she'd inevitably die or out-age him? When everything they could ever do together he'd just do again with someone else, decades or millennia after her?
Shakily standing herself, rather than turning to Jack, Flora reaches for one of the candles and tilts it, using the melted wax to draw little stars and crescent moons across the shrine.
Going quite still at his answer, Flora's eyes widen a fraction before she's desperately blinking tears away. Her ring remains cool on her finger and that only has her gnawing against the inside of her cheek all the more aggressively to try and pull her mind from the too-sharp pain behind her eyes. "Don't." She whispers in a voice already beginning to fray. Yes, she'd asked him why, but gods he didn't have to say it like that. Not in that voice, not
Watching his legs as he fumbled to stand, Flora remained where she was for a moment longer. Feeling like she should reach for him, to tell him to stay or to suggest they go to the House of Midnight instead of the Ark, but she can't think what the point would be. It still all feels immensely hollow now, like a proposed summer romance with someone already planning on leaving. A good time he'd called it, but what was supposed to be good about it, when she'd inevitably die or out-age him? When everything they could ever do together he'd just do again with someone else, decades or millennia after her?
Shakily standing herself, rather than turning to Jack, Flora reaches for one of the candles and tilts it, using the melted wax to draw little stars and crescent moons across the shrine.
