your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Searching the hard lines of Jack's face and knowing that she'd not find evidence of a lie there even if he had been, Flora softens almost immediately, sinking against him. "I guess maybe I don't think that messy is so bad." Though she's thinking first and foremost of things with Jack, she can't really think of a single relationship that she knew of where things had just gone well from the beginning. Maybe Deimos and Evie, but that seemed the exception rather than the rule.
"Nah, not yet. My mom is a planner so I'm sure she'll want to obsess over every little detail until it all comes out perfect." Whether or not Flora would one day be the same, not even the Doubletake knew. She'd like to think that while she'd make a big deal out of some aspects of getting married, that she wouldn't let herself get too carried away, but then...it was Flora. Placing thoughts of her own wedding under the flimsy mental shielding that her newest ring afforded her, the Doubletake happily latched onto thoughts of what Jack might wear instead.
"Or the tailor here. First, we'll have to see what season she decides to have it in, so you're safe for a while." Glad that Jack wasn't trying to riggle his way out of being her date (yet), Flora knew that eventually she'd have to peel herself away from him before the what ifs in her mind began to properly take root and she couldn't redirect her thoughts away from them, but for the moment she was utterly content to simply steal adoring glances up at him when she thought he wasn't looking. (Which, as a telepath, was basically never).
"Nah, not yet. My mom is a planner so I'm sure she'll want to obsess over every little detail until it all comes out perfect." Whether or not Flora would one day be the same, not even the Doubletake knew. She'd like to think that while she'd make a big deal out of some aspects of getting married, that she wouldn't let herself get too carried away, but then...it was Flora. Placing thoughts of her own wedding under the flimsy mental shielding that her newest ring afforded her, the Doubletake happily latched onto thoughts of what Jack might wear instead.
"Or the tailor here. First, we'll have to see what season she decides to have it in, so you're safe for a while." Glad that Jack wasn't trying to riggle his way out of being her date (yet), Flora knew that eventually she'd have to peel herself away from him before the what ifs in her mind began to properly take root and she couldn't redirect her thoughts away from them, but for the moment she was utterly content to simply steal adoring glances up at him when she thought he wasn't looking. (Which, as a telepath, was basically never).
