flora
The ache in Flora's muscles isn't necessarily one of pain; at least that isn't the overwhelming sensation. Instead, it's a welcomed sort of stretching as she allows herself to move and react in ways their misadventure in the Greatwood had prevented her from doing for so long. Exhaling with each swing, her breath accompanied by a guttural sort of groan that Flora was quite sure made her hit harder. As all the obvious bits of glass were rendered into little more than shards on the ground, the queen set her sights on the cabinets and built-in closet.
Having never really been prone to needing to take out her feelings physically in a way that ended with destruction rather than a climax, Flora's efforts were reckless and indeed unsafe; slamming the nail-spiked head into the wood of the cabinet, as the queen wrenched it free, a massive shard of wood came flying loose and had Jack's shield not been around her, Flora might have lost an eye at worst or earned herself another ugly scar at best. Panting with adrenaline and surprise in equal measure to see the splinter fly off in the opposite direction, she turned her gaze sharply toward Jack.
Cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted, the queen swallowed thickly before reaching out a tentative hand to touch the arc of air flowing nearly silently before her. Letting the pads of her fingers press against the line of his magic, her breath hitched slightly as she realized that he'd been protecting her. He hadn't told her to be careful, hadn't said are you sure this is a good idea; he'd just stood back and kept her safe while she did what she thought she needed to.
For the first time since she'd awoken on the Northaven, Flora knew exactly what she wanted and needed.
Jack.
Having never really been prone to needing to take out her feelings physically in a way that ended with destruction rather than a climax, Flora's efforts were reckless and indeed unsafe; slamming the nail-spiked head into the wood of the cabinet, as the queen wrenched it free, a massive shard of wood came flying loose and had Jack's shield not been around her, Flora might have lost an eye at worst or earned herself another ugly scar at best. Panting with adrenaline and surprise in equal measure to see the splinter fly off in the opposite direction, she turned her gaze sharply toward Jack.
Cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted, the queen swallowed thickly before reaching out a tentative hand to touch the arc of air flowing nearly silently before her. Letting the pads of her fingers press against the line of his magic, her breath hitched slightly as she realized that he'd been protecting her. He hadn't told her to be careful, hadn't said are you sure this is a good idea; he'd just stood back and kept her safe while she did what she thought she needed to.
For the first time since she'd awoken on the Northaven, Flora knew exactly what she wanted and needed.
Jack.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
