JACK
”No?” Jack says with a tilt of his head, only glancing sideways at her, his body still positioned towards the sea, as if it calls him back even now. ”Torchline’s vibe must be really off, because I’ve been hearin’ different.” Flora’s mean smiles and carefully curated indifference are nothing to the fractals of feeling in the air between them or the way she turns to him like a flower towards the sun. ”You ought to be careful ‘bout that rumour mill.”
Angling himself towards her a little more now - and at their back, the merchant and the man leading the horse and cart are in very animated conversation, as if to disguise their interest in what’s happening a few feet away - Jack lets his gaze land on Flora. They flick between her eyes, down to the soft curve of her lips, and back up again with ease. ”I told you I needed space and time - a lot of it - and it feels like you took that like a nail in a coffin, like somethin’ a lot more final than it was. Instead of patience, you chose drama.”
And it isn’t even the first time. ”Good luck with your boat,” he adds, patting a hand to the cart.
Angling himself towards her a little more now - and at their back, the merchant and the man leading the horse and cart are in very animated conversation, as if to disguise their interest in what’s happening a few feet away - Jack lets his gaze land on Flora. They flick between her eyes, down to the soft curve of her lips, and back up again with ease. ”I told you I needed space and time - a lot of it - and it feels like you took that like a nail in a coffin, like somethin’ a lot more final than it was. Instead of patience, you chose drama.”
And it isn’t even the first time. ”Good luck with your boat,” he adds, patting a hand to the cart.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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