flora
Flora, newly crowned queen of rolling absolutely terribly, is once again nearly caught by the bolt of lightning that Jack sends her way. She avoids it by a slightly larger margin this time, though it's certainly not the sort of athleticism that they both know she's capable of. Were it someone else they might have thought she was merely letting the strike come close to boost their ego, but given the way adrenaline sings through the Doubletake's body causing her thoughts to shiver with a frustrated sort of anxiety, Jack would have to work pretty hard to interpret the nearness of his strikes as anything to be proud of.
Hissing out a breath as she straightens, Flora wipes her forehead with the back of her arm. She could complain about her footware, about the difficulty of running on sand, about the heat, but in the end, what did it matter? Not all attacks would be ones she could foresee—the presence of the void cat on the beach had proven that—but nor had Flora faired all that better even when she had been prepared.
Balling her hands into fists, all the hours she'd spent going for runs and lifting weights simply to look hot now seemed like a waste of time. In that moment Flora realized that she didn't just want to be thin, but to be strong. Strong enough to hold herself in whatever position Jack fancied while she was suspended above the ground in a swing, and certainly strong enough to take down whatever the fuck might try and come at her next.
"Again."
Hissing out a breath as she straightens, Flora wipes her forehead with the back of her arm. She could complain about her footware, about the difficulty of running on sand, about the heat, but in the end, what did it matter? Not all attacks would be ones she could foresee—the presence of the void cat on the beach had proven that—but nor had Flora faired all that better even when she had been prepared.
Balling her hands into fists, all the hours she'd spent going for runs and lifting weights simply to look hot now seemed like a waste of time. In that moment Flora realized that she didn't just want to be thin, but to be strong. Strong enough to hold herself in whatever position Jack fancied while she was suspended above the ground in a swing, and certainly strong enough to take down whatever the fuck might try and come at her next.
"Again."
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
