your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Jack's tone catches Flora off-guard for a moment, the Doubletake having forgotten the captain's habit of reacting to her thoughtful gestures with near instant skepticism. "Yeah, but..it was just being selfish." Had Jack been wearing her truth-ring, he'd feel it warm against his skin; not that the captain needed a ring to know when Flora was lying, of course. Still, she could tell him all sorts of lies that he could then wrap around his cynical nature to soften its edges. "I mean, what else would I ask the Leafchange goddess for?" The queen wonders with a casual shrug. "This way, instead of having you drag me to go see Safrin and having to complete some silly quest to remove the mageglass blockade, now it's just done and I can save my Safrin time for me."
If that was more palatable for the captain, then he could ignore the way Flora's mind had only been tempted to ask for something for herself for just a second (a healing item, which given how battered she constantly seemed to find herself would have been wise), before the mageglass idea had gripped her so strongly that she'd put herself right back at the Mathair's mercy to ask for it.
Though Jack was able to do it in almost any conversation, it always sent shivers of something both hot and cold racing up Flora's spine each time he twisted her words into something unexpectedly sweet. 'You stop that.' She scoffs, tossing her dirty sweater near the door. Of course she wanted him to do no such thing, and he needn't rely on his magical abilities to be sure of it based on the way his words had Flora's dirt-smeared cheeks flushing as she glanced at him over her shoulder.
Hissing in a tight breath despite the captain's gentle fingers, the queen tensed, arching forward slightly as if she might evade the thing she'd asked Jack to do. As relief began to slowly follow in the wake of the cloth, Flora gasped in a breath as the muscles around her lungs and waist finally began to relax, and all the tension she'd been holding since the Mathair grabbed her an hour or so before, began to let go. "Gods, I feel like I can breathe again." She murmurs appreciatively. Hanging her head, Flora leans back into Jack's ministrations, able to endure the sandpaper flare of pain from the cloth having felt the relief that flowed in its wake.
If that was more palatable for the captain, then he could ignore the way Flora's mind had only been tempted to ask for something for herself for just a second (a healing item, which given how battered she constantly seemed to find herself would have been wise), before the mageglass idea had gripped her so strongly that she'd put herself right back at the Mathair's mercy to ask for it.
Though Jack was able to do it in almost any conversation, it always sent shivers of something both hot and cold racing up Flora's spine each time he twisted her words into something unexpectedly sweet. 'You stop that.' She scoffs, tossing her dirty sweater near the door. Of course she wanted him to do no such thing, and he needn't rely on his magical abilities to be sure of it based on the way his words had Flora's dirt-smeared cheeks flushing as she glanced at him over her shoulder.
Hissing in a tight breath despite the captain's gentle fingers, the queen tensed, arching forward slightly as if she might evade the thing she'd asked Jack to do. As relief began to slowly follow in the wake of the cloth, Flora gasped in a breath as the muscles around her lungs and waist finally began to relax, and all the tension she'd been holding since the Mathair grabbed her an hour or so before, began to let go. "Gods, I feel like I can breathe again." She murmurs appreciatively. Hanging her head, Flora leans back into Jack's ministrations, able to endure the sandpaper flare of pain from the cloth having felt the relief that flowed in its wake.
