i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
The sudden pounding on the door has Flora jolting, her muscles tensing as Jack's arms tighten reflexively around her, his magic crackling through the air. The bolt of electricity streaks across the room, leaving the door smoking faintly, and Flora’s breath catches, her heart pounding in time with Jack's thundering pulse against her cheek. For a moment, everything is chaos, her grief and fear mixing with the sharp scent of burnt wood. Jack's growl reaches her ears, his voice rough and disoriented as he tries to push himself away from her.
"Stay," Flora whispers, her own voice shaky. She lets her fingers drag lightly across his skin before she shifts, reluctantly untangling herself from him and standing on shaky legs. She crosses the small cabin, her eyes wary as she reaches for the door, finding the little bag and note tied on the outside portion of the handle.
A laugh slips from her lips, a sound that surprises even her, light and almost bewildered. Gods, the Fae were a strange lot, though the queen supposed she shouldn't be surprised. With a small, wry smile, she slips the ring onto her finger, feeling its warmth spread through her, a gentle pulse of magic that seemed to radiate from the band. She turns back to Jack, her eyes catching his as she crosses the room again, the small laugh still lingering in her eyes.
Sliding back into bed beside him, Flora lifts the blanket and carefully nestles herself against Jack once more. Ice man, huh?" She wonders as a familiar pulse of mischief flashes through her mind. Her hand moves to rest over his heart, her fingers splayed lightly against his chest, allowing the magic in the ring to slowly begin to work.
"Stay," Flora whispers, her own voice shaky. She lets her fingers drag lightly across his skin before she shifts, reluctantly untangling herself from him and standing on shaky legs. She crosses the small cabin, her eyes wary as she reaches for the door, finding the little bag and note tied on the outside portion of the handle.
A laugh slips from her lips, a sound that surprises even her, light and almost bewildered. Gods, the Fae were a strange lot, though the queen supposed she shouldn't be surprised. With a small, wry smile, she slips the ring onto her finger, feeling its warmth spread through her, a gentle pulse of magic that seemed to radiate from the band. She turns back to Jack, her eyes catching his as she crosses the room again, the small laugh still lingering in her eyes.
Sliding back into bed beside him, Flora lifts the blanket and carefully nestles herself against Jack once more. Ice man, huh?" She wonders as a familiar pulse of mischief flashes through her mind. Her hand moves to rest over his heart, her fingers splayed lightly against his chest, allowing the magic in the ring to slowly begin to work.
