[SE] walk right in the sight of a gun

JACK

Watching Flora work out of the corner of his eye, only as she finally steps back and gives him the go ahead does Jack let the stillness in the air recede. A breeze whips up around him to brush away the strands of loose hair, serving to cool them down from the oppressive morning heat as well, if only for a second or two. "Much better," he mutters, ruffling a hand back through his hair and giving the Doubletake a nod of gratitude. It's shorter than she'd have preferred it and longer still than he'd have left it, and if that's not a definition of compromise, he doesn't know what is.

"I can't wait," he drawls, dryly amused as he considers the fireworks that will go up when she makes her move at the pool party. Someone with better morals might have asked her to consider ensuring everyone else's safety, but that's for the Hadamas and Zaviens of the world.

Instead, Jack rises to his feet, pushes his sunglasses atop his head and shakes out his shirt before shrugging into it, leaving it billowing open. Beneath the bench, now visible but already beginning to melt, the layer of thick frost and jagged icicles betray his opinions about what Flora has told him. But he'd still been subtle about it, he'd argue. "Thanks," he says suddenly, "for tellin' me."

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky