flora
Flora doesn't reply, though her shoulders do stiffen. If there was nothing wrong with her, why was she so hard to love? Koa had chosen Sohalia, Asta had chosen Danta, and Jack had chosen himself, and while perhaps neither of those were entirely fair comparisons, it certainly seemed like the common factor was her. "You say that, but.." Asta, who'd likely killed far more people than Jack ever had, or at least killed far more people he was close to, had still managed to find love. Monsters, she was pretty sure, fell in love all the time.
She just wasn't the one for him.
The featherlight feel of his fingertips against her skin has tears welling in her eyes, and, torn between wanting to flinch away from the gesture and fling herself into his arms, Flora remains impossibly still. "You've been a criminal since the day I met you." And an idiot too, probably, so really, nothing new.
"That isn't how it works." Turning her gaze fully to the sea, not able to look into the blue of his eyes without drowning in it, Flora gives her head a small shake, her hands tightening around her arms. Anger flares in the back of her mind, and while she doesn't say it, steam and smoke suddenly hiss up from her thoughts where fire sputters amidst the rain. He could have tried, if he'd wanted to.
"Fuck you, Jack." She says softly, her teeth clenched. He didn't get to say in one breath that she hadn't done anything wrong, that she didn't need to be better, and then in the next say that if she'd only put in a bit more effort, tried a little harder for longer, that things could have been different. Pulling away from him, furious at his aww shucks, you'll get 'em next time kid routine, Flora walks toward the water's edge.
She just wasn't the one for him.
The featherlight feel of his fingertips against her skin has tears welling in her eyes, and, torn between wanting to flinch away from the gesture and fling herself into his arms, Flora remains impossibly still. "You've been a criminal since the day I met you." And an idiot too, probably, so really, nothing new.
"That isn't how it works." Turning her gaze fully to the sea, not able to look into the blue of his eyes without drowning in it, Flora gives her head a small shake, her hands tightening around her arms. Anger flares in the back of her mind, and while she doesn't say it, steam and smoke suddenly hiss up from her thoughts where fire sputters amidst the rain. He could have tried, if he'd wanted to.
"Fuck you, Jack." She says softly, her teeth clenched. He didn't get to say in one breath that she hadn't done anything wrong, that she didn't need to be better, and then in the next say that if she'd only put in a bit more effort, tried a little harder for longer, that things could have been different. Pulling away from him, furious at his aww shucks, you'll get 'em next time kid routine, Flora walks toward the water's edge.
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?
