flora
Huffing out a disbelieving laugh, the shake of Flora's head becomes so rapid she has to stop herself in order to keep the room from spinning. Sunjata? But she'd just seen him. Had helped prepare the Tavern for her mother's surprise engagement with him in attendance. "When?" Thinking that of course this must have been a recent development, it wasn't as though her parents could have been infected for months and months, Flora looks to Ronin, unable to separate hearsay from bullshit, but finding herself inclined to believe that it was all the latter.
"She wouldn't have hurt me." Flora says with a confidence that the tremble in her limbs belies. It wouldn't take long for the Doubletake to begin doubting that herself, not when she started to piece together what she knew of her mother's magic, the things Hotaru had said, where she'd briefly woken up. It explained why Remi had lunged for her, why the Valkyrie had been screaming. It explained why Ronin was the one here instead of Jack, but...
"...no." Finally finding the energy to cry, large tears form in Flora's eyes as she pulls harder on her shins, drawing herself into an even smaller ball. "You're wrong. She isn't infected, she's just..." Swallowing against the hysteria that begins clawing up the back of her throat, settling itself in the violet furrows left behind by large claws in her mind, Flora sips in a breath. "..you've got it wrong."
"She wouldn't have hurt me." Flora says with a confidence that the tremble in her limbs belies. It wouldn't take long for the Doubletake to begin doubting that herself, not when she started to piece together what she knew of her mother's magic, the things Hotaru had said, where she'd briefly woken up. It explained why Remi had lunged for her, why the Valkyrie had been screaming. It explained why Ronin was the one here instead of Jack, but...
"...no." Finally finding the energy to cry, large tears form in Flora's eyes as she pulls harder on her shins, drawing herself into an even smaller ball. "You're wrong. She isn't infected, she's just..." Swallowing against the hysteria that begins clawing up the back of her throat, settling itself in the violet furrows left behind by large claws in her mind, Flora sips in a breath. "..you've got it wrong."
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
