Flora
Letting her hands fall into her lap as Jack shifts, Flora rolls her still-healing shoulder to try and release some of the tension threatening to build up there. "You really think Dahlia is just going to let this go?" It's an honest question: on the one hand, Pierce had killed them both, so perhaps that would absolutely act as the example Dahlia had intended. On the other, springing back up from the dead like a pair of weeds probably wasn't something the Reaper had accounted for. Where normally Flora rose eagerly to the challenge of being hated as she had done in earning her queenship despite Torchline turning against her, much as she hated herself for it, just now the thought of being targeted had her stomach churning.
Raising a brow, Flora wordlessly gets to her feet and pads over to the trunk in the corner. Tossing off the shirt she'd slept in (and sparing a wry smile over one shoulder in Jack's direction), the queen slips into a loose-fitting sweater and pair of leggings. "You gonna give me captain lessons?" She wonders, straightening his shirt slightly but not bothering to button it for him. "Or are we just going to go find some sun to sit in?" Captain, or cat?
Raising a brow, Flora wordlessly gets to her feet and pads over to the trunk in the corner. Tossing off the shirt she'd slept in (and sparing a wry smile over one shoulder in Jack's direction), the queen slips into a loose-fitting sweater and pair of leggings. "You gonna give me captain lessons?" She wonders, straightening his shirt slightly but not bothering to button it for him. "Or are we just going to go find some sun to sit in?" Captain, or cat?
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
