flora
Where time might have slowed down for Maea allowing the ancient to revolve slowly in the tornado of her feelings, to give every sensation a name and to match every sharp pinprick of anxiety onto a broken shard of glass, for Flora time soldiered on such that the seconds that stretched out between them threatened to grow uncomfortable.
Sorry. Oh, well alright then.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The queen wants to know, though the way she impatiently rolls her eyes suggests that the question is more rhetorical than not. "As if nearly getting me killed at your stupid meeting wasn't enough, now you're going to insult me just for walking by?"
Bitch.
Adjusting the bag on her shoulder—the clinking of bottles a fairly recognizable sound from within—the Doubletake glances over her shoulder in the direction she'd just come from. "Astaaaa, this way darling." She calls flirtatiously, affecting the sultry drawl of his voice around his favourite term of endearment before letting her gaze slip assertively back towards Maea.
Sorry. Oh, well alright then.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The queen wants to know, though the way she impatiently rolls her eyes suggests that the question is more rhetorical than not. "As if nearly getting me killed at your stupid meeting wasn't enough, now you're going to insult me just for walking by?"
Bitch.
Adjusting the bag on her shoulder—the clinking of bottles a fairly recognizable sound from within—the Doubletake glances over her shoulder in the direction she'd just come from. "Astaaaa, this way darling." She calls flirtatiously, affecting the sultry drawl of his voice around his favourite term of endearment before letting her gaze slip assertively back towards Maea.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
