flora
No fuck you, he took it from her shelf.
"Oh, so you'd rather I took the fucking hero route? Just stood up and told her to fuck off and that we'd go down swinging?" Flora laughs, bitterly, the sound cold to her own ears. "I'd rather be a live mouse than a dead fucking.." What animal was more heroic than a mouse? Shit. Her mind was drawing an utter blank. "..y'know."
"Now who wants praise just for trying to stay alive—!" Flora snaps, her anger reaching a broil. For the next 30ft or so Jack would be treated to a mental lightning storm, that, while not likely to rival what Dahlia's mind had been like, would put on a grand show just the same. Her fury and indignation were raised to the sorts of heights that only youthful minds were capable of, her self-worth wholly inflated because she'd been the only one with the balls to talk to Dahlia and fuck you Jack, you old crotchety cunt.
"Asshole." The queen spat, before picking up the glass Jack had helped himself to and hurling it across the bar.
~FIN
"Oh, so you'd rather I took the fucking hero route? Just stood up and told her to fuck off and that we'd go down swinging?" Flora laughs, bitterly, the sound cold to her own ears. "I'd rather be a live mouse than a dead fucking.." What animal was more heroic than a mouse? Shit. Her mind was drawing an utter blank. "..y'know."
"Now who wants praise just for trying to stay alive—!" Flora snaps, her anger reaching a broil. For the next 30ft or so Jack would be treated to a mental lightning storm, that, while not likely to rival what Dahlia's mind had been like, would put on a grand show just the same. Her fury and indignation were raised to the sorts of heights that only youthful minds were capable of, her self-worth wholly inflated because she'd been the only one with the balls to talk to Dahlia and fuck you Jack, you old crotchety cunt.
"Asshole." The queen spat, before picking up the glass Jack had helped himself to and hurling it across the bar.
~FIN
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
