candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"I mean, if a feather is just a feather why not just tell people you have them and got them from me?" Flora wonders with a shrug, unknowingly opening the door to all sorts of nefarious business deals that might be arranged if Jack could claim "authentic" demigod bits and bobs.
Glancing up at him, Jack looking strangely divine with light pouring in around him and a who the fuck cares? expression on his face, Flora blinks a few times before huffing. "You made it. I have every reason to believe that it might bite me. Or be spiked with something. Next thing I know I could be carried off to your ship, totally helpless." Cue the montage of billowing white curtains and crisp linen sheets in the room on the Ark that Flora's mind had ascribed to Jack.
"See." She trills defiantly as she pulls off a tiny bit from the top of one and pops it experimentally into her mouth. Chewing, her aqua eyes fixed on Jack, Flora drops the cupcake to the ground and instantly puts her hands to her throat, coughing and sputtering.
Glancing up at him, Jack looking strangely divine with light pouring in around him and a who the fuck cares? expression on his face, Flora blinks a few times before huffing. "You made it. I have every reason to believe that it might bite me. Or be spiked with something. Next thing I know I could be carried off to your ship, totally helpless." Cue the montage of billowing white curtains and crisp linen sheets in the room on the Ark that Flora's mind had ascribed to Jack.
"See." She trills defiantly as she pulls off a tiny bit from the top of one and pops it experimentally into her mouth. Chewing, her aqua eyes fixed on Jack, Flora drops the cupcake to the ground and instantly puts her hands to her throat, coughing and sputtering.
