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Flora exhales through her nose, irritation briefly winning out over the composure she’d been trying to maintain. "Right, my bad. Next time I’ll make sure the place is incredibly noisy for you." There’s no shame in the way her gaze slips from his almost immediately afterwards, though. Holding Jack’s eyes has never been a neutral thing, and tonight they drag too much loose from the places she’s worked very hard to keep orderly, so she lets her attention settle on the rum turning slowly in his glass instead.
"I just thought maybe you’d gotten tired of doing things the hard way." Her fingers lift in a loose, dismissive gesture, though the sigh that accompanies it betrays how thoroughly unsurprised she is to find him difficult simply because he can be. Perhaps it had been foolish to imagine time away might have sanded down any of his sharper edges, but she’d made the offer regardless, and she refuses to feel embarrassed for trying to make his return easier on both of them.
This time, when Flora raises her eyes, she finds the nerve to keep them there. "We both know you’re a large part of the reason I wear this crown, and we both know that if you wanted it off my head and on someone else’s, you could probably make that happen." Her tone remains matter-of-fact, without accusation or flattery, as she lifts one brow and gives a small shrug. For all the resources Jack has always kept hidden beneath his sleeves, there are situations where her arsenal could be counted among them.
"I just thought maybe you’d gotten tired of doing things the hard way." Her fingers lift in a loose, dismissive gesture, though the sigh that accompanies it betrays how thoroughly unsurprised she is to find him difficult simply because he can be. Perhaps it had been foolish to imagine time away might have sanded down any of his sharper edges, but she’d made the offer regardless, and she refuses to feel embarrassed for trying to make his return easier on both of them.
This time, when Flora raises her eyes, she finds the nerve to keep them there. "We both know you’re a large part of the reason I wear this crown, and we both know that if you wanted it off my head and on someone else’s, you could probably make that happen." Her tone remains matter-of-fact, without accusation or flattery, as she lifts one brow and gives a small shrug. For all the resources Jack has always kept hidden beneath his sleeves, there are situations where her arsenal could be counted among them.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
