your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Jack—!
Having been carried to the fountain by her dads, it hadn't taken much time at all for the very worst of Flora's injuries to be mended and for the majority of the purple blood to be washed from her skin. By that point the Doubletake had grown antsy and angry, wondering why no one had gone after Jack to make sure he was okay. She'd accused both demigods of nepotism, saying they were shit at their roles, and once she felt confident she could do so, Flora hauled herself out of the fountain with a bucket of healing water, storming towards the Ark.
Having removed her shoes ages ago on the beach—it felt like a lifetime, honestly—it took a bit longer for Flora to tip-toe her way to the port, not least of all because she hadn't remained in the water long enough to fully restore her missing health, but also because of the heat. But she was fine, and Jack...
..what if he wasn't?
Barging her way onboard the Ark with little thought given to the looks the crew gave her, Flora staggered breathlessly toward the captain's quarters, her running attire stained purple and red and her feet threatening to blister from the walk. Shifting the bucket of water she carried, the queen banged steadily on the captain's door, though if he was inside she was certain that the kaleidoscope of her concern would herald her arrival long before her fist did.
Having been carried to the fountain by her dads, it hadn't taken much time at all for the very worst of Flora's injuries to be mended and for the majority of the purple blood to be washed from her skin. By that point the Doubletake had grown antsy and angry, wondering why no one had gone after Jack to make sure he was okay. She'd accused both demigods of nepotism, saying they were shit at their roles, and once she felt confident she could do so, Flora hauled herself out of the fountain with a bucket of healing water, storming towards the Ark.
Having removed her shoes ages ago on the beach—it felt like a lifetime, honestly—it took a bit longer for Flora to tip-toe her way to the port, not least of all because she hadn't remained in the water long enough to fully restore her missing health, but also because of the heat. But she was fine, and Jack...
..what if he wasn't?
Barging her way onboard the Ark with little thought given to the looks the crew gave her, Flora staggered breathlessly toward the captain's quarters, her running attire stained purple and red and her feet threatening to blister from the walk. Shifting the bucket of water she carried, the queen banged steadily on the captain's door, though if he was inside she was certain that the kaleidoscope of her concern would herald her arrival long before her fist did.
