flora
"No, but I'm the only one who isn't a mind—" Snapping her teeth around the rest of the word, though they might be in the guild, she'd still not come right out and say it. "You've always had the advantage here." Of being older, wiser, of knowing her thoughts sometimes even before she did, and most importantly: knowing how he felt. Something the Doubletake had never been invited to know.
Sliding another drink across the bar with trembling fingers that didn't even remember having made it, Flora grips the mahogany panelling Asta had installed with a firm shake of her head. "Give me one reason to think that's true." Far as Jack had ever told her, he'd never been in love before. Had never let anyone in, and unless that was a lie, there was no precedent at all for what he was saying. He had no close family, no kids (well..); so who possibly in his past had been used against him the way he was alleging? "Actually, before you do that, you look me in the eye and tell me who you think is both stupid and capable enough to try and hurt someone I care about." Her brother, her family? Untouchable hardly began to describe them. As for the Hanged Man? Fuck it. It could burn for all she cared; hard work could build her back up again. "If what hurts me hurts you, then what protects me also protects you." Sure Torchline could be a shady cesspool, but it's the one Flora had chosen to pack up and move to, the one that had moulded her even moreso than the man who currently couldn't meet her gaze.
Sliding another drink across the bar with trembling fingers that didn't even remember having made it, Flora grips the mahogany panelling Asta had installed with a firm shake of her head. "Give me one reason to think that's true." Far as Jack had ever told her, he'd never been in love before. Had never let anyone in, and unless that was a lie, there was no precedent at all for what he was saying. He had no close family, no kids (well..); so who possibly in his past had been used against him the way he was alleging? "Actually, before you do that, you look me in the eye and tell me who you think is both stupid and capable enough to try and hurt someone I care about." Her brother, her family? Untouchable hardly began to describe them. As for the Hanged Man? Fuck it. It could burn for all she cared; hard work could build her back up again. "If what hurts me hurts you, then what protects me also protects you." Sure Torchline could be a shady cesspool, but it's the one Flora had chosen to pack up and move to, the one that had moulded her even moreso than the man who currently couldn't meet her gaze.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
