Flora
Jack’s reply leaves her cheeks tinged with heat, though Flora masks it well. The corners of her mouth twitch as her thoughts flare bright and warm, golden tendrils curling like sunlight across still water. "Thanks," she says, the words shaped like a purr, half coy and half pleased despite herself.
As for jail, she snorts delicately and lifts a hand in a lazy flick of her fingers. "Give me five minutes and I could list a dozen things you’ve done that would land you there if you're keen to see the inside of it for yourself."dd
She watches as he lowers his sunglasses, and her eyes narrow—not in annoyance, but amusement. "I want it on the record," she murmurs slowly, "that you’re 100% of the reason I scream." Tilting her head, her thoughts flicker from gold, to ripe, vivid garnet, edged in heat and memory. Jack was the reason Flora screamed when she was angry, but he was the reason for her other streams as well.
Her gaze drops a fraction, then lifts again as goodbye weighs heavily between them. She gives Jack one final nod, holding his gaze just long enough for the moment to mean something. It does to her, at least. "Hope your head feels better." Then she turns, heading back toward the dock and her little ship, and in her wake: cool water. The rush and hush of the waves, the dappled sunlight through seafoam, the weightless drift of being rocked by the sea. While Flora might not be able to fully soothe the storm between them, for the next 60ft or so, she could at least leave him with a little sliver of sunshine.
~FIN
As for jail, she snorts delicately and lifts a hand in a lazy flick of her fingers. "Give me five minutes and I could list a dozen things you’ve done that would land you there if you're keen to see the inside of it for yourself."dd
She watches as he lowers his sunglasses, and her eyes narrow—not in annoyance, but amusement. "I want it on the record," she murmurs slowly, "that you’re 100% of the reason I scream." Tilting her head, her thoughts flicker from gold, to ripe, vivid garnet, edged in heat and memory. Jack was the reason Flora screamed when she was angry, but he was the reason for her other streams as well.
Her gaze drops a fraction, then lifts again as goodbye weighs heavily between them. She gives Jack one final nod, holding his gaze just long enough for the moment to mean something. It does to her, at least. "Hope your head feels better." Then she turns, heading back toward the dock and her little ship, and in her wake: cool water. The rush and hush of the waves, the dappled sunlight through seafoam, the weightless drift of being rocked by the sea. While Flora might not be able to fully soothe the storm between them, for the next 60ft or so, she could at least leave him with a little sliver of sunshine.
~FIN
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
