i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Raising her eyebrows in response—oh sure, without his barrier—the queen pauses, nibbling at the inside of her lip. "What if...if my invisibility ring also dampened the noises from walking and breathing? If it could do that, do you think you could get close enough to him to see what makes him tick?" 40ft near a man like Pierce was still dangerous, but if the captain also had Flora's compass and could just leave if things got too dicey?
Pressing another kiss over his heart, the gesture both sappy and convenient given that it didn't require her to move much, Flora nods. "How long until you think you'll be able to fly the Ark all the way home?"
Grumbling dramatically as she's forced to move, Flora rubs at her forehead as her vision begins to swim. Blinking it away—perhaps with a little help from the new ring on her finger—the Doubletake lets her eyelashes flutter as she gasps. "I absolutely am not." She'd have fake swooned had she the energy (or the blood-sugar for it). "I might have grown up here, but I did most of my learning in Torchline." Was she opportunistic? A touch ruthless? More morally gray than she'd ever been before? Sure. Villainy was reserved for the Flora she'd become if ever there was a day when she couldn't claw Jack back from death.
Sighing, the queen shifts out from beneath the blankets, placing her feet experimentally on the floor. "If I got stabbed and died because someone came after you and were looking to make a point, you can't tell me you wouldn't think that was your fault." Maybe the man she'd met nearly 5 years ago would have shrugged it off, but now? With her? Flora wasn't so sure.
"Not unless you really deserve it." She hums, of stabbing him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek, before standing up to test her balance.
Pressing another kiss over his heart, the gesture both sappy and convenient given that it didn't require her to move much, Flora nods. "How long until you think you'll be able to fly the Ark all the way home?"
Grumbling dramatically as she's forced to move, Flora rubs at her forehead as her vision begins to swim. Blinking it away—perhaps with a little help from the new ring on her finger—the Doubletake lets her eyelashes flutter as she gasps. "I absolutely am not." She'd have fake swooned had she the energy (or the blood-sugar for it). "I might have grown up here, but I did most of my learning in Torchline." Was she opportunistic? A touch ruthless? More morally gray than she'd ever been before? Sure. Villainy was reserved for the Flora she'd become if ever there was a day when she couldn't claw Jack back from death.
Sighing, the queen shifts out from beneath the blankets, placing her feet experimentally on the floor. "If I got stabbed and died because someone came after you and were looking to make a point, you can't tell me you wouldn't think that was your fault." Maybe the man she'd met nearly 5 years ago would have shrugged it off, but now? With her? Flora wasn't so sure.
"Not unless you really deserve it." She hums, of stabbing him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek, before standing up to test her balance.
