your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
For all their smiles about it, Flora knows that for Jack, everything has a price; knows he'd sell out her fantasy island for fantasy gold, but also knows that for the right offer, he'd up and leave her in the real world, as well. "Ooh now there's an idea." Grinning, the Doubletake tilts her chin as far as she can over her shoulder in order to smirk slyly up at him. "And that'd ensure that you never find out about it." She laughs as her thoughts grow wild with mischief and shitfuckery. "Maybe I'll use my illusion magic to appear as some rickety old woman and only those who are kind to me can come to my city." She suggests with a snort. It'd make her city incredibly boring if it was only filled with noble-hearts, but it did fit the fairytale theme they seemed to be tossing around.
As for the holiday homes of the many-armed? Oh, she gets it. Flora's even thought it before once or twice, that if Ronin ever died, it would be the first place she'd go to look for Remi. That or the Cordillera, but anyway.
As for the holiday homes of the many-armed? Oh, she gets it. Flora's even thought it before once or twice, that if Ronin ever died, it would be the first place she'd go to look for Remi. That or the Cordillera, but anyway.
