Flora
Flora’s grin is all sharp teeth and bright triumph as she watches Hadama deactivate his armour, his surrender drawing a delighted laugh from her. She twirls her dagger once more before slipping it back into its sheath, rolling her shoulders as the soft glow of healing washes over her, mending any lingering aches.
"Damn right, I’ve been practicing," she quips, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet before flicking him a teasing smirk. "Sick of missing. Sick of losing. Very sick of getting murdered." Her tone is light, but there’s something beneath the words—something real and unspoken. A hard-earned determination, a refusal to ever be caught off guard again.
Still, she doesn’t linger on it, exhaling through her nose as she rolls out any last stiffness from the spar. "I’ve got some things to do so I might slash and dash, but I am looking forward to our little baking day." Grinning affectionately, she tosses him a wink before spinning on her heel.
~FIN
"Damn right, I’ve been practicing," she quips, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet before flicking him a teasing smirk. "Sick of missing. Sick of losing. Very sick of getting murdered." Her tone is light, but there’s something beneath the words—something real and unspoken. A hard-earned determination, a refusal to ever be caught off guard again.
Still, she doesn’t linger on it, exhaling through her nose as she rolls out any last stiffness from the spar. "I’ve got some things to do so I might slash and dash, but I am looking forward to our little baking day." Grinning affectionately, she tosses him a wink before spinning on her heel.
~FIN
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
