you hate the crash, but you love the rush
As Jack begins to describe it, Flora's entire body freezes, her thoughts turning brittle as frost creeps over glass—sharp, delicate, dangerously close to shattering. Her breath hisses sharply between her teeth, a sharp, trembling inhale as she presses a palm flat against the desk, fingers splayed as though she might steady herself against the sudden, nauseating wave of panic that surges through her.
"Jack—" she gasps, voice breaking, aqua eyes snapping open to fix on him, pleading and raw. "Gods, shut up." It's not anger, it's desperation—an instinctive recoil from hearing anything more, from learning any details that would etch the moment even deeper into her mind, that would make her nightmares so much more vivid. The image of Jack tangled with Safrin is already vivid enough, clawing behind her eyelids, whispering things she’d never be able to forget no matter how much she wanted to.
"So..you slept with her, are having another kid with her, got that—" Pausing, Flora's eyes flick toward the amulet, before returning slowly back to Jack's face. "And presumably tonight she allowed you to say no to her." Or else he wouldn't be here, telling her any of this.
"Jack—" she gasps, voice breaking, aqua eyes snapping open to fix on him, pleading and raw. "Gods, shut up." It's not anger, it's desperation—an instinctive recoil from hearing anything more, from learning any details that would etch the moment even deeper into her mind, that would make her nightmares so much more vivid. The image of Jack tangled with Safrin is already vivid enough, clawing behind her eyelids, whispering things she’d never be able to forget no matter how much she wanted to.
"So..you slept with her, are having another kid with her, got that—" Pausing, Flora's eyes flick toward the amulet, before returning slowly back to Jack's face. "And presumably tonight she allowed you to say no to her." Or else he wouldn't be here, telling her any of this.
