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Flora shrugs at his concern though she melts appreciatively against the arms that tighten around her. "It..." She'd been young as had Paige, but the queen would never forget the way her friend's eyes had been firebright when she'd said I want you to be my girl. She'd also kissed Mateo that night which only added insult to injury in the long run. "..yeah."
Flora's thighs tighten around the dragoon as she lifts herself up, pressing a kiss against the twin lines which have appeared like a column between his eyebrows. "I'm not mad," She repeats softly, settling back down into his lap and using her fingertips to smooth out the remaining lines on his face.
The mention of Jack, or presumably of Jack, has Flora flinching. She hadn't expected to have that conversation today, and while most of Torchline had likely seen the queen and captain chumming around, Flora wouldn't have guessed Koa had been in her region long enough to have picked up on that particular grapevine of gossip. "I don't want you to be anyone but you." She hums, tilting her head in order to press a kiss against his wrist as he moves her hair. "Though it'll be over if you become a demigod." She laughs even if there is a grain (or heap) of truth in it.
"A chance, then." Leaning her cheek against his fingers, Flora bites at the inside of her cheek to contain her smile before thinking better of it and letting it bloom across her lips.
Flora's thighs tighten around the dragoon as she lifts herself up, pressing a kiss against the twin lines which have appeared like a column between his eyebrows. "I'm not mad," She repeats softly, settling back down into his lap and using her fingertips to smooth out the remaining lines on his face.
The mention of Jack, or presumably of Jack, has Flora flinching. She hadn't expected to have that conversation today, and while most of Torchline had likely seen the queen and captain chumming around, Flora wouldn't have guessed Koa had been in her region long enough to have picked up on that particular grapevine of gossip. "I don't want you to be anyone but you." She hums, tilting her head in order to press a kiss against his wrist as he moves her hair. "Though it'll be over if you become a demigod." She laughs even if there is a grain (or heap) of truth in it.
"A chance, then." Leaning her cheek against his fingers, Flora bites at the inside of her cheek to contain her smile before thinking better of it and letting it bloom across her lips.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
