your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Ooooh maybe." Flora flashes Jack a wolfish smile that she's picked up from seeing it on his lips so often. "Maybe I'll really commit and just ask to be a Safrin demigod, or Frey even." Either were enough to put her dad's at risk of a heart attack, and given the way the Bastion's magic worked, might even be enough to kill him if his immortality clause was interpreted loosely enough.
Speaking of Frey demigod's, Flora is quick to remind Jack that given what both Sunjata and Hotaru are designed to do, she very much doubts if they'd mind. "Besides, if it's a problem I can always sit on your lap." She suggests, leaning into the press of his fingers against her back. Where once Flora had plucked every inch of hair from her body before Jack had come over, years down the road the Doubletake's idea of prepping for the captain's arrival surrounded more around making herself feel good. The scent of jasmine clinging to her skin and the way it made her feel good to play into the idea of her being the Caido equivalent of Katy Perry's teenage dream was evidence enough of that as much as the way the food and drink she had on offer were things she actually enjoyed, rather than ones she only pretended to in order to impress Jack.
Smiling shakily as what feels like a thousand pop-rocks thrown into the ocean begin to bubble and fizz in her belly—words of affirmation and all that—Flora rises onto her toes, helping the captain to tease the line between kissing her and merely tickling his lips against hers. The words that hum on hers, however, have Flora dropping back down slightly even as her fingers curl into the hair laying against Jack's neck. "None," she admits, swallowing hard, her gaze never leaving his. "But I mean...I am pretty good at it." A humourless but golden laugh leaves Flora's lips as she gives her head a small shake. That Jack wasn't in love with her was fine; she'd rather be with him as things were now, than push the issue and risk losing him entirely. For the time being anyway. If months passed and he still didn't feel that way about her? Those were the thoughts that didn't bear thinking about. At what point would she have to decide if it was better to spend her life with a man she loved but who found her unlovable—that was assuming of he even wanted to—or walking away?
Even letting her thoughts drift toward that sort of ending had Flora's stomach tensing, against which she swiftly rose back onto her toes, her lips hungrily seeking out his in an attempt to dampen her insecurities. build me a couch, the Doubletake thinks, the words punctuated by little flicks of her tongue against his. i've been thinking all day about exactly how I want to break it in.
Speaking of Frey demigod's, Flora is quick to remind Jack that given what both Sunjata and Hotaru are designed to do, she very much doubts if they'd mind. "Besides, if it's a problem I can always sit on your lap." She suggests, leaning into the press of his fingers against her back. Where once Flora had plucked every inch of hair from her body before Jack had come over, years down the road the Doubletake's idea of prepping for the captain's arrival surrounded more around making herself feel good. The scent of jasmine clinging to her skin and the way it made her feel good to play into the idea of her being the Caido equivalent of Katy Perry's teenage dream was evidence enough of that as much as the way the food and drink she had on offer were things she actually enjoyed, rather than ones she only pretended to in order to impress Jack.
Smiling shakily as what feels like a thousand pop-rocks thrown into the ocean begin to bubble and fizz in her belly—words of affirmation and all that—Flora rises onto her toes, helping the captain to tease the line between kissing her and merely tickling his lips against hers. The words that hum on hers, however, have Flora dropping back down slightly even as her fingers curl into the hair laying against Jack's neck. "None," she admits, swallowing hard, her gaze never leaving his. "But I mean...I am pretty good at it." A humourless but golden laugh leaves Flora's lips as she gives her head a small shake. That Jack wasn't in love with her was fine; she'd rather be with him as things were now, than push the issue and risk losing him entirely. For the time being anyway. If months passed and he still didn't feel that way about her? Those were the thoughts that didn't bear thinking about. At what point would she have to decide if it was better to spend her life with a man she loved but who found her unlovable—that was assuming of he even wanted to—or walking away?
Even letting her thoughts drift toward that sort of ending had Flora's stomach tensing, against which she swiftly rose back onto her toes, her lips hungrily seeking out his in an attempt to dampen her insecurities. build me a couch, the Doubletake thinks, the words punctuated by little flicks of her tongue against his. i've been thinking all day about exactly how I want to break it in.
