flora
Flora laughs, the sound quiet but undeniable real, curling like sunlight through the dark, warm and adoring. "Knife-toss, dodge-the-outerspace-fuzz, jump-the-bitches jamboree," she repeats, grinning into the wind. "Gods, I love you." It slips out without ceremony, like the truth that it is, in the way her heart always seems to have a room reserved just for him. He never told her to be careful, just picked up the pillows and chaos she lobbed his way and played along.
She exhales slowly at his mention of their enemies’ expressions. "I didn’t see much. I was a little distracted trying not to die. But yeah...I felt it. Like, they didn’t see it coming, and maybe it won’t matter next time, but...I dunno. It was worth it. I have enough of Pierce's blood to protect the rest of Torchline, so fuck that guy."
Spice narrows her eyes at being referenced as a bare minimum. She gives Kaisel the full judgemental once-over, wings fluttering with disdain as if to say I am not a low bar, before resettling with dramatic flair.
The second Kaisel stiffens at the sound below, Flora instinctively sits up, her fingers brushing his arm in silent reassurance. "No," she says, amused and maybe the tiniest bit bitter. "Definitely not Jack. He’d never." And she knows that, not just because he’s Jack, but because he’d already had his chance. When she’d bumped into him at the docks earlier, invisible and afraid and jittery with adrenaline. He could’ve followed her back here. Could’ve asked her to stay on the Ark with all the extra guards he'd drafted. Gods, she probably would’ve said yes to either, but he hadn’t.
"That’s Bassian," she says with a shrug he can’t see but might feel in the faint shift of her weight. "One of Jack’s crew. Got super into board games and candy earlier and passed out like a toddler." There’s affection in her voice as she describes the big man asleep in her bed. "We got super close when I was living on the Ark, and with everything going on...I dunno, I thought it was probably best I wasn't alone."
She stretches out again, toes brushing against his shin. "We can still go below if you want," she offers, easy. "But, uh—bedroom’s taken."
She exhales slowly at his mention of their enemies’ expressions. "I didn’t see much. I was a little distracted trying not to die. But yeah...I felt it. Like, they didn’t see it coming, and maybe it won’t matter next time, but...I dunno. It was worth it. I have enough of Pierce's blood to protect the rest of Torchline, so fuck that guy."
Spice narrows her eyes at being referenced as a bare minimum. She gives Kaisel the full judgemental once-over, wings fluttering with disdain as if to say I am not a low bar, before resettling with dramatic flair.
The second Kaisel stiffens at the sound below, Flora instinctively sits up, her fingers brushing his arm in silent reassurance. "No," she says, amused and maybe the tiniest bit bitter. "Definitely not Jack. He’d never." And she knows that, not just because he’s Jack, but because he’d already had his chance. When she’d bumped into him at the docks earlier, invisible and afraid and jittery with adrenaline. He could’ve followed her back here. Could’ve asked her to stay on the Ark with all the extra guards he'd drafted. Gods, she probably would’ve said yes to either, but he hadn’t.
"That’s Bassian," she says with a shrug he can’t see but might feel in the faint shift of her weight. "One of Jack’s crew. Got super into board games and candy earlier and passed out like a toddler." There’s affection in her voice as she describes the big man asleep in her bed. "We got super close when I was living on the Ark, and with everything going on...I dunno, I thought it was probably best I wasn't alone."
She stretches out again, toes brushing against his shin. "We can still go below if you want," she offers, easy. "But, uh—bedroom’s taken."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
