JACK
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now, love," Jack quips, hissing in an exaggerated breath that suggests Flora is starting to ask for the world on a platter if she's expecting apologies from the king of unapologetic asshattery himself. The smile remains on his lips nevertheless, though, quietly amused and realising, perhaps for the first time since he'd arrived, how easy their conversation has been.
So of course he has to go and ruin it - one of them does, after all, and it's been Flora's go for a long while; now it's Jack's turn. "Yeah," he mutters, rubbing at the back of his neck where the sun has bronzed it, even through the tousles of his dark hair. "It felt like I'd already given you too much by tellin' you what I could do. Like anythin' else was you askin' for more'n anyone deserved to get from me. An' I'm startin' to realise I was wrong."
He raises his eyebrows at her, blue eyes flashing with a mix of self-deprecation and amusement. "I ain't sorry," he clarifies quickly, before she starts getting ideas (see above), "but I might've been wrong."
Letting his hand drop and shifting to sit a little more comfortably at the edge of the bed, Jack watches a ripple of light on the wall from some illusion of water beneath it. "At this stage, I dunno if we even need to hide ourselves. She ain't gettin' out," he admits, of Dahlia. "An' I dunno if she'll talk, but I definitely reckon there'll be a version of her that might bargain. I s'pose we'll just have to wait and see."
So of course he has to go and ruin it - one of them does, after all, and it's been Flora's go for a long while; now it's Jack's turn. "Yeah," he mutters, rubbing at the back of his neck where the sun has bronzed it, even through the tousles of his dark hair. "It felt like I'd already given you too much by tellin' you what I could do. Like anythin' else was you askin' for more'n anyone deserved to get from me. An' I'm startin' to realise I was wrong."
He raises his eyebrows at her, blue eyes flashing with a mix of self-deprecation and amusement. "I ain't sorry," he clarifies quickly, before she starts getting ideas (see above), "but I might've been wrong."
Letting his hand drop and shifting to sit a little more comfortably at the edge of the bed, Jack watches a ripple of light on the wall from some illusion of water beneath it. "At this stage, I dunno if we even need to hide ourselves. She ain't gettin' out," he admits, of Dahlia. "An' I dunno if she'll talk, but I definitely reckon there'll be a version of her that might bargain. I s'pose we'll just have to wait and see."
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
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