flora
"Look at you." Flora huffs with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Strengthening his magic all on his own, visiting his goddess without needing a stretcher afterward." Clucking her tongue, she raises a brow, not sure why the words sounded like an insult leaving her lips, when in fact it really was a good thing.
Eyeing Jack as he returns, the smile that presses itself onto Flora's lips takes her by surprise as she rolls her eyes at him. "Even the Hanged Man has a dress code." She mutters, her gaze dropping to his bare hips and then back up again as she holds his clothes momentarily hostage if only because it feels good to feel something other than dread and jealousy.
"But I guess I can make an exception for you." Though Flora's house was arguably closer, it'd be easier to paint over the memories of what this night would likely bring if they happened in the Hanged Man rather than her home. "We can use the guild's entrance." She adds, tossing him his clothes with a smirk.
Eyeing Jack as he returns, the smile that presses itself onto Flora's lips takes her by surprise as she rolls her eyes at him. "Even the Hanged Man has a dress code." She mutters, her gaze dropping to his bare hips and then back up again as she holds his clothes momentarily hostage if only because it feels good to feel something other than dread and jealousy.
"But I guess I can make an exception for you." Though Flora's house was arguably closer, it'd be easier to paint over the memories of what this night would likely bring if they happened in the Hanged Man rather than her home. "We can use the guild's entrance." She adds, tossing him his clothes with a smirk.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
