flora
"There's poison on that you idiot." Flora yells, not that she could have run across to stop him or recalled the blade in time. Throwing up her hands in exasperation—how long would it take them to get home now, with basic poison coursing through his body—the queen clenches her fists together.
"Oh my gods that's so gross." She murmurs, pressing her fists against her forehead and feeling as if she was going to vomit. Flora had never really considered their age gap before if only because she'd just been older at the snap of Frey's fingers, so the concept of age didn't really mean as much to her as someone else who'd taken a more linear approach to life. But to hear, from his own fucking mouth, that he'd liked her because she was naive? "Ughhh, I don't know why I thought you were like, somehow slightly better than that." Exhaling, and still wanting to scream, Flora plopped down on the sand and drew her knees to her chest.
It didn't make it better at all to hear she was interesting to the captain, not when he'd apparently been in possession of everything thought she'd ever had in his presence.
"Oh my gods that's so gross." She murmurs, pressing her fists against her forehead and feeling as if she was going to vomit. Flora had never really considered their age gap before if only because she'd just been older at the snap of Frey's fingers, so the concept of age didn't really mean as much to her as someone else who'd taken a more linear approach to life. But to hear, from his own fucking mouth, that he'd liked her because she was naive? "Ughhh, I don't know why I thought you were like, somehow slightly better than that." Exhaling, and still wanting to scream, Flora plopped down on the sand and drew her knees to her chest.
It didn't make it better at all to hear she was interesting to the captain, not when he'd apparently been in possession of everything thought she'd ever had in his presence.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
