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Flora lets him speak without interrupting, her expression still, attentive, though her fingers continue worrying the edge of the bottle’s label until it hangs in ragged strips against the glass. She absorbs the confidence in his voice, the easy certainty that Torchline would swallow Jack whole if he tried anything reckless, and while something in her shoulders eases at the reminder of who stands beside her, there is a stubbornness in the set of her mouth that refuses to dissolve completely.
She glances down at the bottle again, then back up at him with one brow lifting slowly. "Are you telling me that if Jack called Remi on the oops I died hotline, the two of you wouldn't bring him back?" It's delivered with a curl of sass, but her eyes hold his steadily, genuinely waiting for the answer rather than simply performing indignation.
She exhales when the question settles between them, shoulders rising and falling before she looks back down at her hands. "I gave him a revivify feather when we were together," she admits after a moment, voice quieter now, the admission dragged up like something unpleasant from the bottom of a tide pool. "Which means he could do something very stupid at least once without it being permanent, if he wanted to." Another sigh follows, heavier this time, and she tips her head back briefly to look at the relentless LongHeat sky before returning her attention to Ronin. "I know he doesn't normally do stupid things like that," she concedes, the words reluctant but honest; Jack hadn't become King of the underworld by being impulsive and reckless. [asy]"And I know maybe he doesn't care about me as much as I think he does.." She stops herself, pressing her lips together before trying again. "I'd just hate it if my breakup became everyone else’s problem, y'know?"
She glances down at the bottle again, then back up at him with one brow lifting slowly. "Are you telling me that if Jack called Remi on the oops I died hotline, the two of you wouldn't bring him back?" It's delivered with a curl of sass, but her eyes hold his steadily, genuinely waiting for the answer rather than simply performing indignation.
She exhales when the question settles between them, shoulders rising and falling before she looks back down at her hands. "I gave him a revivify feather when we were together," she admits after a moment, voice quieter now, the admission dragged up like something unpleasant from the bottom of a tide pool. "Which means he could do something very stupid at least once without it being permanent, if he wanted to." Another sigh follows, heavier this time, and she tips her head back briefly to look at the relentless LongHeat sky before returning her attention to Ronin. "I know he doesn't normally do stupid things like that," she concedes, the words reluctant but honest; Jack hadn't become King of the underworld by being impulsive and reckless. [asy]"And I know maybe he doesn't care about me as much as I think he does.." She stops herself, pressing her lips together before trying again. "I'd just hate it if my breakup became everyone else’s problem, y'know?"
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
