Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
"And yet here you are, tossing stones at a spirit and hoping it'll bring you good dreams." Flora counters wryly, before rolling her eyes in theatrical disbelief. "Sure, sure, White Knight. And I bet it wasn't orchestrated to be that way at all. " From demi's of life and death to being monster and hero, Flora had absolutely no doubt that her fathers' strange dichotomy was the sort of thing they played up in their dreams all the time. Or did, anyway.
"He's going to be so excited." With a loud enough snort of amusement to have a small white cloud leaving her lips, Flora turns her back on the well and instead regards the endlessly white hills around them. "Now that you can just...bring people back from the dead though, it doesn't seem so bad. Especially seeing as this can't really kill either of you." Or... "Can it?"
"He's going to be so excited." With a loud enough snort of amusement to have a small white cloud leaving her lips, Flora turns her back on the well and instead regards the endlessly white hills around them. "Now that you can just...bring people back from the dead though, it doesn't seem so bad. Especially seeing as this can't really kill either of you." Or... "Can it?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
