your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Oh, okay." Rolling her eyes against him, careful was as much a part of Flora's nature as being fashionable was of Jack's. Not impossible, but certainly not common practice. "For you I guess I can try, though." She adds softly, her arms tightening around him as amusement fractures in thin bands through her thoughts.
No; it doesn't occur to Flora to wonder if Jack's answer would have been different if she'd kept her rings on, because even if it was a lie, it was one he'd chosen. "I never say it expecting you to say it back, or to try and...you know, make you, or whatever." Sitting up, the slightly red-rimmed tint around her eyes compliments of her tears making the blue of her gaze all the more vibrant in comparison, Flora reaches for the bottle of rum. "I will say, for a telepath it's shockingly difficult to convince you that I do love you." Shooting Jack an amused look before hiding her smirk behind the bottle, the Doubletake helps herself to a more measured drink before holding it out for him.
"Will..." Though the warmth of the rum has loosened her shoulders away from her ears, it hasn't loosened her tongue quite enough for her to get the words out. Swallowing, Flora merely peers up at Jack; will you ever be able to love me? Not just would he want to, but was it even possible? Her mind flinched and shivered to even think the words, like a mirror made liquid seconds after it had been shattered.
No; it doesn't occur to Flora to wonder if Jack's answer would have been different if she'd kept her rings on, because even if it was a lie, it was one he'd chosen. "I never say it expecting you to say it back, or to try and...you know, make you, or whatever." Sitting up, the slightly red-rimmed tint around her eyes compliments of her tears making the blue of her gaze all the more vibrant in comparison, Flora reaches for the bottle of rum. "I will say, for a telepath it's shockingly difficult to convince you that I do love you." Shooting Jack an amused look before hiding her smirk behind the bottle, the Doubletake helps herself to a more measured drink before holding it out for him.
"Will..." Though the warmth of the rum has loosened her shoulders away from her ears, it hasn't loosened her tongue quite enough for her to get the words out. Swallowing, Flora merely peers up at Jack; will you ever be able to love me? Not just would he want to, but was it even possible? Her mind flinched and shivered to even think the words, like a mirror made liquid seconds after it had been shattered.
