flora
"You sound surprised." Reaching for Jack's hand and hopping down onto a street literally paved with gold, Flora bounces her eyebrows above her sunglasses as she glances around. Having utterly no right to take any credit for the work her soon-to-be stepfather had done, Flora's mind nevertheless pulses with pride to see King's End shimmering like a new penny.
Dressed in a crop top and shorts so short they easily showed the thigh-holster that held her daggers, the queen absolutely looked dressed for trouble even though she and Jack were really only in New Haven as a stopping point before the House of Midnight.
"Gods, the air," she complains, wrinkling her nose. Where Torchline's humidity made the heat akin to drowning, in King's End it was so dry that it merely felt like Flora was being suffocated; not in a fun way, either.
Dressed in a crop top and shorts so short they easily showed the thigh-holster that held her daggers, the queen absolutely looked dressed for trouble even though she and Jack were really only in New Haven as a stopping point before the House of Midnight.
"Gods, the air," she complains, wrinkling her nose. Where Torchline's humidity made the heat akin to drowning, in King's End it was so dry that it merely felt like Flora was being suffocated; not in a fun way, either.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
