candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Ewwwwww." Flora groans. She didn't like thinking about her own Dad but to hear someone like Jack mention it? Gods, it made her water to shiver and maybe scrub off a layer of skin in the shower.
Tightening her arms across her chest (because it isn't like she can re-cross them to make her point), Flora's chin wavers back and forth as she draws herself up to her full height. "Yeah, except you didn't even try and it isn't like some cupcakes are going to bring her back from the dead, and-" Flora's teeth clamp down on the end of that particular train of thought and she finds herself spinning away from Jack so that he won't see the way she's biting down on her tongue to keep herself from crying.
Unable to tell if this was her fault for having brought it up or if Jack was being an asshole (both, the answer was both), all she can really do is swipe beneath her eyes and exhale sharply. 'Whatever.' She says at last, sounding childish, because...well, she was.
Tightening her arms across her chest (because it isn't like she can re-cross them to make her point), Flora's chin wavers back and forth as she draws herself up to her full height. "Yeah, except you didn't even try and it isn't like some cupcakes are going to bring her back from the dead, and-" Flora's teeth clamp down on the end of that particular train of thought and she finds herself spinning away from Jack so that he won't see the way she's biting down on her tongue to keep herself from crying.
Unable to tell if this was her fault for having brought it up or if Jack was being an asshole (both, the answer was both), all she can really do is swipe beneath her eyes and exhale sharply. 'Whatever.' She says at last, sounding childish, because...well, she was.
