never be so kind you forget to be clever
“So you were looking?” Flora gasps playfully, flashing Jack a scandalized gaze. Every time the girl thinks that she might finally have a foothold when it comes to their conversational banter, Jack promptly tugs the rug out from under her feet leaving her feeling young and the sort of naive that isn’t cute. Flip-flopping as those who are young and inexperienced are wont to do, Flora swallows hard and resorts to brutal and quiet honesty.
“I want something I can throw. A bit flashier than daggers, but that sort of thing. Something quiet and unassuming. Something I can pretend is costume jewelry, maybe.” With her aqua eyes focused on the sands and a coral blush on her cheeks, Flora hazards a glance of her shoulder in Jack’s direction seeking his approval while doing everything she could to tell herself she wasn’t. But then, Flora was basically the epitome of #DaddyIssues so that shouldn’t come as such a surprise.
“I want something I can throw. A bit flashier than daggers, but that sort of thing. Something quiet and unassuming. Something I can pretend is costume jewelry, maybe.” With her aqua eyes focused on the sands and a coral blush on her cheeks, Flora hazards a glance of her shoulder in Jack’s direction seeking his approval while doing everything she could to tell herself she wasn’t. But then, Flora was basically the epitome of #DaddyIssues so that shouldn’t come as such a surprise.
