flora
"Yeah I told you that. That's why I had to stay longer in the Greatwood, to make sure he was okay." The memory grows thicker as Flora thinks about it, the colour of the pillow behind Niki's head suddenly blooming into life, the sparse kitchen she'd made them soup in, and her ghost's kindle-dry sense of humour.
Unable to hide her small smile of satisfaction and even less capable of stopping the flood of warmth that rises up from her chest, Flora merely offers the captain a lopsided shrug. The mageglass had been a bit harder to come by than mere pocket change—what with Danta and Asta having stolen it for her, and then the bribes which had followed to soothe their aches and pains, not to mention her visit to the Greatwood to ensure that the original owner would never be able to piece Jack's newest piece of mageglass back to him—but...why wouldn't she want Jack to have nice things?
Not like wedding dresses that weren't wedding dresses.
Rather than pulling the blankets back over her legs in order to build herself a little nest to fuss with, instead, she slips suddenly into Jack's lap. "You can do something for me, if you want to repay me for this." Flora says softly, peering down at Jack as she settles her weight down against him and reaches to cup his face with her palms. "You have to tell me that you love me more often, and not just after I say it first."
Unable to hide her small smile of satisfaction and even less capable of stopping the flood of warmth that rises up from her chest, Flora merely offers the captain a lopsided shrug. The mageglass had been a bit harder to come by than mere pocket change—what with Danta and Asta having stolen it for her, and then the bribes which had followed to soothe their aches and pains, not to mention her visit to the Greatwood to ensure that the original owner would never be able to piece Jack's newest piece of mageglass back to him—but...why wouldn't she want Jack to have nice things?
Rather than pulling the blankets back over her legs in order to build herself a little nest to fuss with, instead, she slips suddenly into Jack's lap. "You can do something for me, if you want to repay me for this." Flora says softly, peering down at Jack as she settles her weight down against him and reaches to cup his face with her palms. "You have to tell me that you love me more often, and not just after I say it first."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
