flora
Taken slightly aback by the tone of Ronin's voice—wasn't she the one who'd just been murdered and then kidnapped?—Flora lets her eyes dart to yet another letter, before returning to the Knight, far too wrapped up in everything she'd just been told to even consider how Remi flying Hotaru off to Halo might make him feel.
Unfairly, perhaps, she locked onto the words he failed, finding them somehow inexcusable. What if Hotaru had brought her to the Family? What if she'd been infected? Would Sunjata just be sorry, then? That as a demigod, as her soon to be step-father, as her mother's fiance, he'd just failed?
Fingers of tension pulled at the roots of her hair and though Flora had broken the habit years ago, she found her nails slipping between her teeth where she mercilessly gnawed at them. "How do I know you're not infected?" The queen wonders, shooting Ronin a look over her shoulder.
How do I know Jack isn't?
Unfairly, perhaps, she locked onto the words he failed, finding them somehow inexcusable. What if Hotaru had brought her to the Family? What if she'd been infected? Would Sunjata just be sorry, then? That as a demigod, as her soon to be step-father, as her mother's fiance, he'd just failed?
Fingers of tension pulled at the roots of her hair and though Flora had broken the habit years ago, she found her nails slipping between her teeth where she mercilessly gnawed at them. "How do I know you're not infected?" The queen wonders, shooting Ronin a look over her shoulder.
How do I know Jack isn't?
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
