she's the kinda song you could play over and over
Snickering quietly to herself—Jack did like to have his ego fluffed up, but only with the truth—Flora nevertheless lifts her glass in a toast of appreciation, happy to recognize the wisdom her brother has curated in these matters over the years.
Not wanting to unsettle Mateo's cape any more than it already was, Flora merely slumps against her brother's chest as his arms come to wrap around her. "Me neither. Sunjata was too, which...I dunno, adds a whole other level of weirdness. I mean, they were infected at the engagement party I threw for them. Like...that's so fucking weird." Wanting to rub at her eyes but not wanting to mess up the immaculate cat-eye she'd agonized over just for Mateo, instead the queen merely groaned theatrically. "She has this power that lets her make people do things. When I wouldn't leave Torchline, she just put me to sleep and then hauled my body onto a boat." Flora explains with a boneless shrug.
"Wait, what?" Blinking her surprise, Flora twists toward her brother, frowning. "You're my brother. Of course you should have been told." Thanks to the martini and having nearly downed half of her rum concoction, the queen was more than happy to shit-talk their dad right under the table. "No of course you weren't. And I mean...he was the one who knew I was okay, not you. If anyone should have been in a state of mind to pull out the parchment, it was him."
Reaching for her drink, the glass makes it halfway toward Flora's lips before her fingers tighten around it, halting it abruptly. "What?!" Slamming it back down hard enough to have some of the amber liquid sloshing over the rim and earning more than a few glances in their direction, Flora leans down and forward to try and force Mateo's eyeline to meet hers. "Mateo that's bullshit. You don't have to do anything for me. You never do. You're my brother. That isn't a title you ever need to earn."
Not wanting to unsettle Mateo's cape any more than it already was, Flora merely slumps against her brother's chest as his arms come to wrap around her. "Me neither. Sunjata was too, which...I dunno, adds a whole other level of weirdness. I mean, they were infected at the engagement party I threw for them. Like...that's so fucking weird." Wanting to rub at her eyes but not wanting to mess up the immaculate cat-eye she'd agonized over just for Mateo, instead the queen merely groaned theatrically. "She has this power that lets her make people do things. When I wouldn't leave Torchline, she just put me to sleep and then hauled my body onto a boat." Flora explains with a boneless shrug.
"Wait, what?" Blinking her surprise, Flora twists toward her brother, frowning. "You're my brother. Of course you should have been told." Thanks to the martini and having nearly downed half of her rum concoction, the queen was more than happy to shit-talk their dad right under the table. "No of course you weren't. And I mean...he was the one who knew I was okay, not you. If anyone should have been in a state of mind to pull out the parchment, it was him."
Reaching for her drink, the glass makes it halfway toward Flora's lips before her fingers tighten around it, halting it abruptly. "What?!" Slamming it back down hard enough to have some of the amber liquid sloshing over the rim and earning more than a few glances in their direction, Flora leans down and forward to try and force Mateo's eyeline to meet hers. "Mateo that's bullshit. You don't have to do anything for me. You never do. You're my brother. That isn't a title you ever need to earn."
