flora
"Fuck, sorry!" With a comical wince, Flora stays where she is as if she owes Jack the chance to put a bit of space between them for having connected so hard. "I guess this is where I say I don't know my own strength?" Only...she did, she just wasn't good at directing it quite yet.
Having not expected lightning to come from the sky (normally it comes from Jack, you understand), Flora is forced to rather gracelessly skurry to the side, groping for a tree and nearly crashing into it before vacating a piece of ground illuminated by a bolt of electricity. The smell of petrichor blooms in the queen's mind as she dashes forward, eyeing Jack through the trees and making a beeline for him. "Com'ere you!" She taunts playfully. Rather than punching him this time, Flora just keeps running, stretching out her arms to wrap them around Jack like a linebacker going in for the tackle.
Only, you know, a much smaller one.
Having not expected lightning to come from the sky (normally it comes from Jack, you understand), Flora is forced to rather gracelessly skurry to the side, groping for a tree and nearly crashing into it before vacating a piece of ground illuminated by a bolt of electricity. The smell of petrichor blooms in the queen's mind as she dashes forward, eyeing Jack through the trees and making a beeline for him. "Com'ere you!" She taunts playfully. Rather than punching him this time, Flora just keeps running, stretching out her arms to wrap them around Jack like a linebacker going in for the tackle.
Only, you know, a much smaller one.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
