flora
I'M SoRrY FlORa.
Oh, well that just makes everything better then, doesn't it Asta?
The pair will hear the sound of feedback as Flora unplugs something, followed by the glass she'd taken from Asta being thrown against the door and the roar of silence as the music came to an abrupt end.
Keeping a scream of fury caged in the back of her throat just in case the two idiots were lingering outside of the door, the queen storms toward the bar and eyes the various open bottles. Nothing really caught her interest, not with how drunk she'd been and how sobering the past few moments had been. Raking her fingers through her hair before scrubbing her hands roughly down her cheeks, Flora fought a losing battle against her own emotions as her anger cleverly melted into despair, parting her lips with the promise of a sob rather than a scream.
Running for the guild and the knowledge that the doors were thick and could be locked, the queen turned the necessary bolts before curling up on one of the couches. Without so much as a blanket to cover herself with, she simply kicked off her shoes, balled her knees up to her chest and let one of the cushions drape over her hips and feet.
~FIN
Oh, well that just makes everything better then, doesn't it Asta?
The pair will hear the sound of feedback as Flora unplugs something, followed by the glass she'd taken from Asta being thrown against the door and the roar of silence as the music came to an abrupt end.
Keeping a scream of fury caged in the back of her throat just in case the two idiots were lingering outside of the door, the queen storms toward the bar and eyes the various open bottles. Nothing really caught her interest, not with how drunk she'd been and how sobering the past few moments had been. Raking her fingers through her hair before scrubbing her hands roughly down her cheeks, Flora fought a losing battle against her own emotions as her anger cleverly melted into despair, parting her lips with the promise of a sob rather than a scream.
Running for the guild and the knowledge that the doors were thick and could be locked, the queen turned the necessary bolts before curling up on one of the couches. Without so much as a blanket to cover herself with, she simply kicked off her shoes, balled her knees up to her chest and let one of the cushions drape over her hips and feet.
~FIN
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
