Flora
Jack’s last line earns a sideways smirk, one brow arched in challenge. "Maaaaaaaaaybe," Flora concedes, flipping her hair back with exaggerated flair. "But I’ve also got a very limited closet onboard now. Something had to give, and I figured I'd be needing my extra pair of sunglasses more than my assassin's garb." She flashes a breezy grin, like talking about murder plans and fashion in the same breath is the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, if its the last outfit anyone sees me in...I’m not going out in anything less than impeccable."
But then he lies—boldly, shamelessly—and her eyes widen in theatrical disbelief. "You didn’t," she repeats flatly, echoing his feigned innocence as she jabs a finger toward the frost-bitten bench. "You definitely did, and I swear if my ring singes my finger again I'm throwing you in jail."
The teasing falters, just slightly, as her gaze catches on the tilt of his smile and the quiet shift in the air between them. The moment is warm and strange, like the echo of something they used to know how to do, but now it’s over.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering a second too long at her temple. "It was nice to see you," she murmurs, casual but soft, before glancing sidelong at him and adding, "you know, when we're not screaming at one another."
But then he lies—boldly, shamelessly—and her eyes widen in theatrical disbelief. "You didn’t," she repeats flatly, echoing his feigned innocence as she jabs a finger toward the frost-bitten bench. "You definitely did, and I swear if my ring singes my finger again I'm throwing you in jail."
The teasing falters, just slightly, as her gaze catches on the tilt of his smile and the quiet shift in the air between them. The moment is warm and strange, like the echo of something they used to know how to do, but now it’s over.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering a second too long at her temple. "It was nice to see you," she murmurs, casual but soft, before glancing sidelong at him and adding, "you know, when we're not screaming at one another."
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
