Flora
Flora wrinkles her nose at him, her expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement; she'd win him over to Torchline, she was sure of it. "Silver," she answers immediately, no hesitation. Silver always reminded her of thunder and the sea, of storm-washed skies and the glint of moonlight on restless waves—perfect for Jack.
Leaning back against the table, she tilts her head at Niki, her grin quick and playful. "Well, you’re capable of being touched, so why shouldn’t you be capable of doing nice things?" she counters quickly as if those were the same type of thing. "Besides, you seem like a very clever ghost. And if I can come back from the dead so easily, I can probably beat a little curse."
At his next comment, she gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Wait, wait, does this mean you like me? You wanna keep me around?" Her brows lift in mock surprise before she grins, waggling her eyebrows at him and spreading her arms, threatening to wrap him up in a hug. She doesn't of course, not given the delicate work he's doing, but hey, if he wants to lock her in his home forever, he'd better know ahead of time what that entailed.
But then his words shift the conversation into something weightier, and Flora’s grin softens, her teasing energy dimming just slightly as she frowns. She glances toward his leg brace, considering it with new scrutiny before her voice drops to something quieter, more careful. "What happened to it?"
Leaning back against the table, she tilts her head at Niki, her grin quick and playful. "Well, you’re capable of being touched, so why shouldn’t you be capable of doing nice things?" she counters quickly as if those were the same type of thing. "Besides, you seem like a very clever ghost. And if I can come back from the dead so easily, I can probably beat a little curse."
At his next comment, she gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Wait, wait, does this mean you like me? You wanna keep me around?" Her brows lift in mock surprise before she grins, waggling her eyebrows at him and spreading her arms, threatening to wrap him up in a hug. She doesn't of course, not given the delicate work he's doing, but hey, if he wants to lock her in his home forever, he'd better know ahead of time what that entailed.
But then his words shift the conversation into something weightier, and Flora’s grin softens, her teasing energy dimming just slightly as she frowns. She glances toward his leg brace, considering it with new scrutiny before her voice drops to something quieter, more careful. "What happened to it?"
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
