Flora
"I will," Flora grumbles, not entirely truthfully. It isn't him she's looking to impress, but herself. To prove that she can fight through the pain, because one day she might very well have to.
Turning her head into Jack's arm and hissing in a breath as her shoulder jerks in response to their quick turn, the Doubletake snorts a huff of laughter into Jack's shirt before peering up at him. "Well you're no fun." She pouts playfully, relinquishing the last dagger to him before he goes and gets the others.
Twisting his knife in her hands, the queen lightly tosses it between her palms to get the weight of it, before letting her clumsy left hand take over. "I'm sorry," she purrs, before lifting it to her mouth. Given the amount of blood she knows it has been soaked in, she keeps her kiss chaste rather than suggestively licking it the way she might otherwise have.
Whether or not Jack will be able to feel the plume of smugness that billows out behind the wall he's erected, he'll no doubt notice the sudden sheen to Flora's eyes as he tosses one of her daggers. "Now lift your hand again and recall it." She invites, before taking a few steps forward and throwing his knife at the wall. This time the motion isn't quite so uncoordinated, but the blade still smacks against the wall rather than flying true, sending it scittering across the floor.
Turning her head into Jack's arm and hissing in a breath as her shoulder jerks in response to their quick turn, the Doubletake snorts a huff of laughter into Jack's shirt before peering up at him. "Well you're no fun." She pouts playfully, relinquishing the last dagger to him before he goes and gets the others.
Twisting his knife in her hands, the queen lightly tosses it between her palms to get the weight of it, before letting her clumsy left hand take over. "I'm sorry," she purrs, before lifting it to her mouth. Given the amount of blood she knows it has been soaked in, she keeps her kiss chaste rather than suggestively licking it the way she might otherwise have.
Whether or not Jack will be able to feel the plume of smugness that billows out behind the wall he's erected, he'll no doubt notice the sudden sheen to Flora's eyes as he tosses one of her daggers. "Now lift your hand again and recall it." She invites, before taking a few steps forward and throwing his knife at the wall. This time the motion isn't quite so uncoordinated, but the blade still smacks against the wall rather than flying true, sending it scittering across the floor.
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
