flora
"It's going to be a looonnggg eternity for you if you don't get curious about things, Jack." Flora teases; despite her sing-song tone of voice her thoughts do appropriately sober somewhat to hear that whatever was out there was at least vaguely human. "Probably just my dad." She chuckles before slowly edging forward.
"I'll be quick. You know I can be." Letting her mind and thus his, fill with thoughts of clever fingers and moans dampened by the press of Jack's shoulder against her parted lips, Flora grins before twisting her ring and disappearing.
I guess I won't be able to tell once I'm 40ft away from you, mm? The queen thinks as she strolls rather brazenly forward. Behind Jack he'll hear another tree fall, this one slightly to the left of the other, followed by another slightly to its left. Were one to chart these sounds on a grid, two arcs would start to appear, directly opposite each other, and mirrored.
Coming to an abrupt stop, Jack will feel Flora's thoughts ice over with disgust and horror, but not necessarily fear. There should have been fear—she was staring at a clear spider that was larger than she was—but her revulsion at anything with that many legs swamped anything else. Gods, that's so gross. Watching as the spider stabbed at the jaguar over and over, injecting venom into a creature ultimately incapable of being harmed, the queen fit herself behind a tree, counting down the seconds until the feline would return to simply being a ring.
"I'll be quick. You know I can be." Letting her mind and thus his, fill with thoughts of clever fingers and moans dampened by the press of Jack's shoulder against her parted lips, Flora grins before twisting her ring and disappearing.
I guess I won't be able to tell once I'm 40ft away from you, mm? The queen thinks as she strolls rather brazenly forward. Behind Jack he'll hear another tree fall, this one slightly to the left of the other, followed by another slightly to its left. Were one to chart these sounds on a grid, two arcs would start to appear, directly opposite each other, and mirrored.
Coming to an abrupt stop, Jack will feel Flora's thoughts ice over with disgust and horror, but not necessarily fear. There should have been fear—she was staring at a clear spider that was larger than she was—but her revulsion at anything with that many legs swamped anything else. Gods, that's so gross. Watching as the spider stabbed at the jaguar over and over, injecting venom into a creature ultimately incapable of being harmed, the queen fit herself behind a tree, counting down the seconds until the feline would return to simply being a ring.
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
