your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Yeah really thick ones." Flora agrees, her words vaguely contored with mischief as she imagined the sort of glasses that would magnify Jack's eyes until the blue of them was distorted.
"I mean, I can't exactly picture you finding the time to go and shop for sheets." Honestly, Flora couldn't imagine the captain doing mundane chores like washing his bedding, but clearly he found time amidst sailing all over Torchline, shaking hands with goddesses, and nearly dying on the beach. Or maybe someone on his crew did it for him.
Peering quietly up at him, her aqua eyes soft with sleep, Flora just shakes her head against her arm. "That thing was fast." She murmurs. "Not even Noah managed to hit it much." Noah being a demigod, and thus expected to simply swan in and be able to immediately take things down.
Stifling a yawn against her hands and rolling onto her side, Flora tucks the sheet beneath her arm before slowly slithering her feet out from beneath it to help balance the temperature. For some strange reason, she found herself wanting to repeat what she'd already said to him: I'm really glad you're okay, as if something about her first attempt had missed the mark. She wasn't just glad that he was okay because that's what you were supposed to say after a fight, not because she was impressed he'd stuck around at all when he could have just fucked off, not because Torchline wouldn't be the same if anything happened to him, not because she cared about him, but because...closing her eyes, Flora sighs softly. It all came a little too close to the conversation that they'd been having before they'd been interrupted by the panther.
"Night, Jack."
"I mean, I can't exactly picture you finding the time to go and shop for sheets." Honestly, Flora couldn't imagine the captain doing mundane chores like washing his bedding, but clearly he found time amidst sailing all over Torchline, shaking hands with goddesses, and nearly dying on the beach. Or maybe someone on his crew did it for him.
Peering quietly up at him, her aqua eyes soft with sleep, Flora just shakes her head against her arm. "That thing was fast." She murmurs. "Not even Noah managed to hit it much." Noah being a demigod, and thus expected to simply swan in and be able to immediately take things down.
Stifling a yawn against her hands and rolling onto her side, Flora tucks the sheet beneath her arm before slowly slithering her feet out from beneath it to help balance the temperature. For some strange reason, she found herself wanting to repeat what she'd already said to him: I'm really glad you're okay, as if something about her first attempt had missed the mark. She wasn't just glad that he was okay because that's what you were supposed to say after a fight, not because she was impressed he'd stuck around at all when he could have just fucked off, not because Torchline wouldn't be the same if anything happened to him, not because she cared about him, but because...closing her eyes, Flora sighs softly. It all came a little too close to the conversation that they'd been having before they'd been interrupted by the panther.
"Night, Jack."
