flora
Grinning like a kitten with cream still dripping off of her whiskers, the Doubletake chirps a sound of contentment in the back of her throat as Jack snipes the bottle away from her. "Maeve did. For a while, anyway." The Nightshade had outlasted the majority of them, as far as Flora could remember. For some reason that only seemed to reinforce Flora's idea that Torchline absolutely should be under female lead. "Sure, sure. But how long until it all goes too far? I want to do something Jack, I just..." Swallowing, the alcohol shoving the girl between being flirtatious and coy, and being too serious, Flora reaches to take the bottle back.
"Maybe they do." She agrees in a whisper, wondering what gave Jack the right to look so painfully attractive despite the blood drying on his hands and her couch. Maybe instead of doing something about Torchline, Jack could just be the thing she did, for that night anyways. Maybe in the morning she'd pack her bags and say to hell with Harper and Hadama for good.
"Maybe they do." She agrees in a whisper, wondering what gave Jack the right to look so painfully attractive despite the blood drying on his hands and her couch. Maybe instead of doing something about Torchline, Jack could just be the thing she did, for that night anyways. Maybe in the morning she'd pack her bags and say to hell with Harper and Hadama for good.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
