Flora
And with Flora and Jack, though the pair might need a minute (several bottles of rum and a few more revivify feathers) before they're rushing back into the fray.
"Hey—" No longer able to fight the exhaustion that has her eyelids feeling like bags of sand, Flora nevertheless holds out a hand toward the Knight. Her fingers tremble slightly, her hand feeling heavy even as she reaches for him. "...thanks for being there." The words come out quietly, almost swallowed by the weariness in her voice, but are sincere just the same. She’d expected nothing less from her parents, regardless of how she’d treated them over the past few weeks, which only made her love them all the more fiercely. The loyalty, the unwavering love, was like an anchor holding her steady in a world that felt like it had been torn apart.
Her gaze softens, the tiredness melting into something tender as she looks at Ronin. The weight of everything—loss, fear, exhaustion—seemed a little lighter with him there. "I love you." The words slip from her lips, raw and unfiltered, each syllable heavy with gratitude and exhaustion, before sleep finally grows strong enough to reclaim her.
~FIN
"Hey—" No longer able to fight the exhaustion that has her eyelids feeling like bags of sand, Flora nevertheless holds out a hand toward the Knight. Her fingers tremble slightly, her hand feeling heavy even as she reaches for him. "...thanks for being there." The words come out quietly, almost swallowed by the weariness in her voice, but are sincere just the same. She’d expected nothing less from her parents, regardless of how she’d treated them over the past few weeks, which only made her love them all the more fiercely. The loyalty, the unwavering love, was like an anchor holding her steady in a world that felt like it had been torn apart.
Her gaze softens, the tiredness melting into something tender as she looks at Ronin. The weight of everything—loss, fear, exhaustion—seemed a little lighter with him there. "I love you." The words slip from her lips, raw and unfiltered, each syllable heavy with gratitude and exhaustion, before sleep finally grows strong enough to reclaim her.
~FIN
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
