[SE] we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde

JACK

"'Tis the season, I s'pose," Jack says with a shrug - Leafchange and Ludo and all. Still, if she still suspects him of being a ghost come Deepfrost, he'll delight in reminding her that phantoms have quite a difficult time touching anything in the real world. (And he has it on good authority that Flora quit enjoys being touched by him).

Having little else to offer but a wrinkle of his nose when it comes to the Taliesin demigods, Jack busies himself trying to stifle the urge to rub at his eyes, as if whatever has injected itself into Flora's thoughts and feelings has put a film over his telepathy that he can't help but want to wipe off. "Torchline is paradise everyday, but I've still seen you in a terrible mood in it," he points out, though the engagement and seeing her twin answers the question well enough.

As for his lacklustre greeting, Jack is still reaching for the glass of rum with one hand even as the other coils around Flora's waist to pull her up against him, their lips mere inches from one another. "Hello," he says, a wolfish smile forming around the word.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!