there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Smiling to himself, not only because of the wealth of knowledge that Flora has about the Greatwood and its people (knowledge he's soaking up like a sponge and committing to memory, of course) but because of the golden sheen of pride that glimmers on all of her thoughts, Jack merely inclines his head in a nod. "You can say that again - I can tell you for nothin' that a lot of these Fae would've been happy if the Greatwood had stayed out of bounds, though obviously without the void."
Scoffing to himself - because part of him can't even blame them, given how crabby Jack can be as well - he does let out a more genuine laugh to hear how much the winged folk would hate him. "I solemnly swear, at least for tonight, love, that I won't get myself thrown into any pits." Not on purpose, anyway.
The ice that suddenly coats Flora's thoughts is enough for him to slow his steps somewhat and raise an eyebrow, the understanding dawning as her memories unfurl like night blooming flowers. "I didn't realise," he says, inclining his head in something close to an apology. "You never think about this place unless it's for good memories."
Scoffing to himself - because part of him can't even blame them, given how crabby Jack can be as well - he does let out a more genuine laugh to hear how much the winged folk would hate him. "I solemnly swear, at least for tonight, love, that I won't get myself thrown into any pits." Not on purpose, anyway.
The ice that suddenly coats Flora's thoughts is enough for him to slow his steps somewhat and raise an eyebrow, the understanding dawning as her memories unfurl like night blooming flowers. "I didn't realise," he says, inclining his head in something close to an apology. "You never think about this place unless it's for good memories."
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