flora
Flora shifts just enough to glance at Jack as he settles on the edge of her bed, his presence familiar even in the dim light. He’s not a comforter, not in the way most people are, but he’s here without having been asked, and that's more than she might have expected given how they'd left things.
Flora shakes her head against the pillow, a small, weary movement that has her curls bunching recklessly around her. "No," she murmurs. "No one knows. She was just...there, on the beach." If she'd reached out to Remi after she'd died the Bastion hadn't said, only that her body had been found completely untouched but lifeless and silent, hidden away from the stars which had been her birthright.
Flora exhales sharply, tilting her head just slightly toward the window, following his gaze toward the sea. Unable to help the way her mind selfishly twisted her thoughts until came back to her own brush with death, the queen shrinks even more beneath her blankets. "I keep thinking about when we died," she admits, voice quiet, raw at the edges. "And wondering if..." Swallowing, Flora tenses, the riptide of her thoughts suddenly stilling into something impossible calm and black.
"If I hadn't brought Maea back that day in the desert, Seren wouldn't be dead right now."
Flora shakes her head against the pillow, a small, weary movement that has her curls bunching recklessly around her. "No," she murmurs. "No one knows. She was just...there, on the beach." If she'd reached out to Remi after she'd died the Bastion hadn't said, only that her body had been found completely untouched but lifeless and silent, hidden away from the stars which had been her birthright.
Flora exhales sharply, tilting her head just slightly toward the window, following his gaze toward the sea. Unable to help the way her mind selfishly twisted her thoughts until came back to her own brush with death, the queen shrinks even more beneath her blankets. "I keep thinking about when we died," she admits, voice quiet, raw at the edges. "And wondering if..." Swallowing, Flora tenses, the riptide of her thoughts suddenly stilling into something impossible calm and black.
"If I hadn't brought Maea back that day in the desert, Seren wouldn't be dead right now."
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?
