flora
"Well, when it's convenient anyway." Flora titters back, the architecture of her thoughts growing hard and dense like columns of immutable obsidian. Neither of them had wanted the best for her when she'd been born, when she was growing up; when Enzo had died, they'd only wanted her to get over it. Now, though, when it was easy to cast stones from the porch of their stupid fucking Houseboat, they were all too keen to play the doting father card.
Said Prince Charming, they both knew, was Koa, and while Flora didn't regret her choice one bit, the way everything had happened between she and the dragoon had an unhappy squall in her mind threatening to pour tears from her eyes at the mention of him. "Yeah but...they aren't." Glancing up at him, Flora leans her cheek against his shoulder. "You are." Whatever they all had to say about it, Jack had been the one to be there for her. He'd seen her after Enzo, after Asta, after she'd (they'd) nearly died on the beach, and a thousand other times before.
Snorting under her breath but certainly not arguing, Flora stretches out one of her hands and waggles it if only to draw attention to a new ring on her finger. "I wanted to see if you'd even be able to notice it." She murmurs, of the very minor telepathic shielding she was now capable of producing. "I'll try and keep working at it, but...Vesper came into the Tavern the other night, so it isn't exactly like I'll be able to avoid him indefinitely until this is stronger enough to keep him out." Aka if there really was anything in her mind that Jack's son shouldn't know, they should probably figure something out.
Said Prince Charming, they both knew, was Koa, and while Flora didn't regret her choice one bit, the way everything had happened between she and the dragoon had an unhappy squall in her mind threatening to pour tears from her eyes at the mention of him. "Yeah but...they aren't." Glancing up at him, Flora leans her cheek against his shoulder. "You are." Whatever they all had to say about it, Jack had been the one to be there for her. He'd seen her after Enzo, after Asta, after she'd (they'd) nearly died on the beach, and a thousand other times before.
Snorting under her breath but certainly not arguing, Flora stretches out one of her hands and waggles it if only to draw attention to a new ring on her finger. "I wanted to see if you'd even be able to notice it." She murmurs, of the very minor telepathic shielding she was now capable of producing. "I'll try and keep working at it, but...Vesper came into the Tavern the other night, so it isn't exactly like I'll be able to avoid him indefinitely until this is stronger enough to keep him out." Aka if there really was anything in her mind that Jack's son shouldn't know, they should probably figure something out.
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
