flora
Whether the words are meant to soothe or taunt, Flora doesn't know. She had thought she was in Safrin's good graces right up until she'd visited the herald's shrine with Jack and had been made to watch the man she'd secretly loved been forced to his knees, promising Safrin all the things she desperately longed to hear. Had Safrin done it to be cruel, or simply to show her what a man like Jack was capable of? What he'd say to get the things he wanted?
"I just...I need a way to keep him out." The Doubletake whispers breathlessly, not trusting herself to meet the goddess' gaze. Instead, she clutched at the altar, trying and failing to calm her breathing. "I don't want him to be able to take anything more of me." Not without her permission, anyway.
"I just...I need a way to keep him out." The Doubletake whispers breathlessly, not trusting herself to meet the goddess' gaze. Instead, she clutched at the altar, trying and failing to calm her breathing. "I don't want him to be able to take anything more of me." Not without her permission, anyway.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
