"It's a bunch of bullshit is what it is." Flora says succinctly, of age bringing wisdom—or anything other than wrinkles. It was precisely the sort of thinking that someone in their early twenties would have, but the Doubletake was convinced that she'd carry the same opinion well into old age as well. Experience brought wisdom, not just age, and already at 21 she'd done a helluva lot of living.
Flashing Noah a wolfish smile in response to his advice, one which quickly dissolves at the mention of her twin, the queen just nods. "I'm not sure I decided I was going to do the best I could," she says with an earnest shrug. "More so...I just decided I needed to do something." Though Flora had had family who tried to surround her after Enzo's death, she'd pushed them all away. Grief had hit her hard, and no part of her was interested in healing or moving on in the weeks and months which had followed the war, so she'd opted to alienate herself until she'd clawed off the healing scabs that tried to cover her heart so often that nothing but a mess of scar tissue remained. "And as much as I love Hadama, he was making Torchline waaaaaay too good." Smirking, the queen rolls her eyes and shrugs once more.
"Yeah well, they're obviously mistaken." She chuckles, and as if reading Noah's mind, Flora leans onto her back and spreads her arms and legs in order to float, bearing nearly the entirety of her youthful body for his eyes to roam over. Or not. Probably not, knowing what she did about the Forsaken's marriage and alliances, but on the off chance. A girl didn't have a body quite as curvaceous as Flora did and not want to show it off, after all.
Flashing Noah a wolfish smile in response to his advice, one which quickly dissolves at the mention of her twin, the queen just nods. "I'm not sure I decided I was going to do the best I could," she says with an earnest shrug. "More so...I just decided I needed to do something." Though Flora had had family who tried to surround her after Enzo's death, she'd pushed them all away. Grief had hit her hard, and no part of her was interested in healing or moving on in the weeks and months which had followed the war, so she'd opted to alienate herself until she'd clawed off the healing scabs that tried to cover her heart so often that nothing but a mess of scar tissue remained. "And as much as I love Hadama, he was making Torchline waaaaaay too good." Smirking, the queen rolls her eyes and shrugs once more.
"Yeah well, they're obviously mistaken." She chuckles, and as if reading Noah's mind, Flora leans onto her back and spreads her arms and legs in order to float, bearing nearly the entirety of her youthful body for his eyes to roam over. Or not. Probably not, knowing what she did about the Forsaken's marriage and alliances, but on the off chance. A girl didn't have a body quite as curvaceous as Flora did and not want to show it off, after all.
flora
Argumentative, antithetical dream girl
