Flora
Flora blinked, her vision flickering as she slipped in and out of consciousness. The sensation of movement—the ground rocking beneath her—was disorienting, like drifting between dreams. She felt Remi's hands on her, the cold wash of water from the healing fountain mingling with warmth, an odd comfort as the pain ebbed and flowed through her body. She barely remembered the journey to Torchline, the rush of teleportation, everything fading in and out like the pages of a book being turned too quickly.
There were moments where she thought she saw Jack—his silhouette just beyond her reach, his smile crooked and teasing as he called out don't cry, love—because she was crying because everything hurt so godsdamn badly. But every time the queen tried to move towards him, the world shifted, her body too heavy to follow where her heart led.
The next time she opened her eyes, it was to unfamiliar surroundings. Flora reached out instinctively, her fingers searching for Jack's warmth, her heart stuttering with the need to find him. But instead of him, her hand met soft furs, and she blinked, her gaze adjusting to the dim light filtering through a small window. Plants hung along the walls, their greenery spilling over in wild tendrils, and she could hear the soft lapping of water against wood. Flora's fingers curled around the sheets, her breath catching as the realization settled in—this wasn't the Ark. This wasn't even her room.
She was on the Northaven.
The queen tried to sit up, her body protesting, the lingering fatigue keeping her pinned. Flora's eyes scanned the cozy room, the hints of familiarity doing little to ease the hollow ache in her chest. "Where—" She tried to ask, before a series of ragged coughs stole the air from her lungs.
There were moments where she thought she saw Jack—his silhouette just beyond her reach, his smile crooked and teasing as he called out don't cry, love—because she was crying because everything hurt so godsdamn badly. But every time the queen tried to move towards him, the world shifted, her body too heavy to follow where her heart led.
The next time she opened her eyes, it was to unfamiliar surroundings. Flora reached out instinctively, her fingers searching for Jack's warmth, her heart stuttering with the need to find him. But instead of him, her hand met soft furs, and she blinked, her gaze adjusting to the dim light filtering through a small window. Plants hung along the walls, their greenery spilling over in wild tendrils, and she could hear the soft lapping of water against wood. Flora's fingers curled around the sheets, her breath catching as the realization settled in—this wasn't the Ark. This wasn't even her room.
She was on the Northaven.
The queen tried to sit up, her body protesting, the lingering fatigue keeping her pinned. Flora's eyes scanned the cozy room, the hints of familiarity doing little to ease the hollow ache in her chest. "Where—" She tried to ask, before a series of ragged coughs stole the air from her lungs.
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
