we stole our new lives

JACK

Catching Flora's eye in the mirror as the tailor bends to take further measurements, Jack raises an eyebrow in an is that so? back at her. Wild, jealous, and handing out pain to people trying to get their hands on her is definitely something he can do, if it would tickle her fancy; honestly, it's more the implication that his reactions have been mild that's likely to get under his skin.

"With clientele like the Queen of Torchline, I have no doubt you are," he quips back to the tailor, a catlike smile curling across his lips, his blue eyes dropping to the man as he works in a way that Flora will undoubtedly recognise as his I'm rifling through your head expression. "They do say leather is more difficult to move in. I bet she'll have to get in all sorts of positions to ensure things fit just so."

Gazing over his shoulder to hear the subject of their conversation speak up again, Jack shakes his head apologetically. "The Kingmaker," he says. "It terrorised the shores during the war. I was part of the group that took it out. Unless there's another one roamin' around, you might struggle to match, love."

it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!