we show off our different scarlet letters
Flora's feather is knocked askew, such that for a moment all she can do is widen her eyes and have a mini existential crisis. Was she just useless? Was she just a pretty face? Was there really nothing more to the who of who she was than her last name and all the shiny things that came with it?
Smiling, slowly, Flora takes a step toward Jack.
Fuck that. She was Flora.
Hit him with something he can't dodge Flora prays to who—or whatever—might be listening. Because holes in her walls and an explosion of magic that damaged her perfectly curated furniture was absolutely worth it to wipe that smug smile off of Jack's lips.
Flora channels! xD
Smiling, slowly, Flora takes a step toward Jack.
Fuck that. She was Flora.
Hit him with something he can't dodge Flora prays to who—or whatever—might be listening. Because holes in her walls and an explosion of magic that damaged her perfectly curated furniture was absolutely worth it to wipe that smug smile off of Jack's lips.
Flora channels! xD
