flora
Mateo wrapping her up in an immediate hug is probably the exact thing Flora needs, even if it just makes her sniffle a little harder at first. Burying her face against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of whatever ridiculous cocktail he’s made mixed with whatever fragrant herbs still cling to his curls, the queen twists if only to protect his outfit from the mascara she's certain is now smeared beneath her eyes.
"Tea," she murmurs answering the easier of his questions first. Then, after a pause, a barely-there huff against his shoulder. "And booze. Obviously." She lets him steer her toward the kitchen, untangling herself from the hug only when necessary, dragging a hand beneath her nose before plopping down at the table.
"It's stupid," she says, which, in her mind, means she is stupid for letting this get to her so much. "Jack got me this gown...A really nice one, actually. But it was white, and all lacy and sparkly, and I—" She presses her lips together, swallowing hard before letting out a humourless laugh. "I thought for half a second, just half a second, that maybe he was trying to tell me something."
Saying it out loud makes her feel even more ridiculous, and gods but the urge to curl up into a ball and cry has her shoulders rounding forward as she further slumps against the table. "Obviously it's nothing. It's fine, just a misunderstanding, but..." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora offers her brother a helpless little shake of her head; the rest was impossible to explain without mentioning Jack's abilities.
"Tea," she murmurs answering the easier of his questions first. Then, after a pause, a barely-there huff against his shoulder. "And booze. Obviously." She lets him steer her toward the kitchen, untangling herself from the hug only when necessary, dragging a hand beneath her nose before plopping down at the table.
"It's stupid," she says, which, in her mind, means she is stupid for letting this get to her so much. "Jack got me this gown...A really nice one, actually. But it was white, and all lacy and sparkly, and I—" She presses her lips together, swallowing hard before letting out a humourless laugh. "I thought for half a second, just half a second, that maybe he was trying to tell me something."
Saying it out loud makes her feel even more ridiculous, and gods but the urge to curl up into a ball and cry has her shoulders rounding forward as she further slumps against the table. "Obviously it's nothing. It's fine, just a misunderstanding, but..." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora offers her brother a helpless little shake of her head; the rest was impossible to explain without mentioning Jack's abilities.
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
