you look like my next mistake
Not realizing that she too was likely flecked with blood until she watched Jack wipe his own brow, Flora quickly paws at her own cheeks, disgusted to see her fingertips come away pink. Asta would love this place, she thinks with a shiver, glancing at the puddles of near-black before shuffling closer to the captain in an effort to remain slightly cleaner.
Frowning, Flora's eyes lifted to the cavern where stalagtites descended like wine-stained teeth. "Oh yeah...I'd almost forgotten about those." There were weeks the queen had seen bloodless ramphire littered around the beaches, though ta the time she'd been too focused on trying to help stockpile supplies and prep Torchline for the war.
Lot of fucking good that had done.
"It was all something to do with Dygra, wasn't it? And the ascended?" The post-war months were a blur for the Doubletake, who'd found it easier to alienate everyone around her than deal with the death of Enzo. Learning the ins and outs of what had actually transpired hadn't been top of mind for her back then.
Frowning, Flora's eyes lifted to the cavern where stalagtites descended like wine-stained teeth. "Oh yeah...I'd almost forgotten about those." There were weeks the queen had seen bloodless ramphire littered around the beaches, though ta the time she'd been too focused on trying to help stockpile supplies and prep Torchline for the war.
Lot of fucking good that had done.
"It was all something to do with Dygra, wasn't it? And the ascended?" The post-war months were a blur for the Doubletake, who'd found it easier to alienate everyone around her than deal with the death of Enzo. Learning the ins and outs of what had actually transpired hadn't been top of mind for her back then.
