Flora
"Can't I?" The queen purrs, entirely unbothered by the dissonance of her argument, before she's gasping and pressing a hand dramatically to her chest, staring at Niki with exaggerated horror. "Oh my gods," she whispers, aqua eyes going wide with playful shock. "Have you been following me around this whole time? Just... lurking in the shadows? Watching? Waiting?" Her voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur as she leans in slightly, her expression shifting from teasing to something entirely salacious. "Gods the thing you must have seen, and heard."
The fact that she even has to second guess whether or not he was being serious is what gets her. Niki’s humour is so dry, so straight-faced, that there’s just enough doubt creeping in around the edges of her thoughts to make her frown at him, as if trying to solve a puzzle she hadn’t realized existed. Because if he was a ghost and had been trailing around her, she'd have known, right? Or rather, Jack would have known?
Right??
Shaking her head, she huffs out a laugh, wanting to swat his arm in mock frustration but resisting. "I honestly can't decide if I want you to be a ghost now." Flora had met plenty of people with sharp tongues and quick wit, but Niki’s brand of humour—so dry it cracked—was something she hadn't realized she needed in her life until now.
Her grin lingers as she watches him flex his fingers, only to let out a delighted bark of laughter when he pauses to acknowledge his own joke. "You really are full of surprises, huh?" She snickers, shaking her head. " We'll have to get you up for a stretch break then. Wouldn't wanna leave you too stiff, after all." Flora adds with a wink.
And maybe it’s a little too easy to fall into this rhythm with him, but she likes the way their banter bounces back and forth—sharp, playful, and with just the right amount of absurdity to make her forget having died not too terribly far away from where she currently stood.
The fact that she even has to second guess whether or not he was being serious is what gets her. Niki’s humour is so dry, so straight-faced, that there’s just enough doubt creeping in around the edges of her thoughts to make her frown at him, as if trying to solve a puzzle she hadn’t realized existed. Because if he was a ghost and had been trailing around her, she'd have known, right? Or rather, Jack would have known?
Right??
Shaking her head, she huffs out a laugh, wanting to swat his arm in mock frustration but resisting. "I honestly can't decide if I want you to be a ghost now." Flora had met plenty of people with sharp tongues and quick wit, but Niki’s brand of humour—so dry it cracked—was something she hadn't realized she needed in her life until now.
Her grin lingers as she watches him flex his fingers, only to let out a delighted bark of laughter when he pauses to acknowledge his own joke. "You really are full of surprises, huh?" She snickers, shaking her head. " We'll have to get you up for a stretch break then. Wouldn't wanna leave you too stiff, after all." Flora adds with a wink.
And maybe it’s a little too easy to fall into this rhythm with him, but she likes the way their banter bounces back and forth—sharp, playful, and with just the right amount of absurdity to make her forget having died not too terribly far away from where she currently stood.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
