flora
Yeah if you think about it like that, that's probably the conclusion you'd come to. However if all Jack does is overthink what words to send to Flora instead of actually sending them, that blank piece of parchment is going to communicate a whole lot more than the prettiest of words ever could.
Humming a note of thanks, Flora takes a long sip of her coffee. She's no snob about it like her dad is, and while the Bastion would likely groan at the thought of instant coffee, the queen is happy to drain almost half her mug in a single go now that it's cool enough to do so. "Jack." Lifting her eyebrows in a look of tell me you did not beat up Safrin's son, the queen gives her head a disbelieving shake. "You're going to end up cursed one of these days."
Pushing away from the counter, Flora drags her nails gently up Jack's arm before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "Come on, let's get dressed so I can beat you up."
Humming a note of thanks, Flora takes a long sip of her coffee. She's no snob about it like her dad is, and while the Bastion would likely groan at the thought of instant coffee, the queen is happy to drain almost half her mug in a single go now that it's cool enough to do so. "Jack." Lifting her eyebrows in a look of tell me you did not beat up Safrin's son, the queen gives her head a disbelieving shake. "You're going to end up cursed one of these days."
Pushing away from the counter, Flora drags her nails gently up Jack's arm before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "Come on, let's get dressed so I can beat you up."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
