flora
Flora's whole body stiffens, fingers tightening around her wine glass as a sharp jolt of surprise—no, outright irritation—curls in her stomach. The lingering hum of static still prickles at her skin, a reminder of the intrusion, and her already frayed nerves threaten to snap like a live wire. "Oh, for fuck’s sake," she hisses, voice low and annoyed as she flicks a sharp glance around them, like she might actually catch Vox. "That was supposed to be a joke. Not a godsdamn summoning."
Lifting her wine, she takes a long, furious gulp, as if she might be able to drown out the lingering scent of ozone with alcohol alone. It doesn’t work. Flora exhales sharply, forcing herself to unclench her jaw before turning back to Sohalia, expression caught somewhere between disbelief and deep, deep annoyance. The last time she'd encountered a member of the Family she had been murdered after all, and yes, she'd also been in the Greatwood then, too.
She glares at the empty air where his presence had fizzled out, then grimaces and takes another angry sip of wine. "Ugh. I feel like I need a lot more wine after that. And possibly an exorcism."
Lifting her wine, she takes a long, furious gulp, as if she might be able to drown out the lingering scent of ozone with alcohol alone. It doesn’t work. Flora exhales sharply, forcing herself to unclench her jaw before turning back to Sohalia, expression caught somewhere between disbelief and deep, deep annoyance. The last time she'd encountered a member of the Family she had been murdered after all, and yes, she'd also been in the Greatwood then, too.
She glares at the empty air where his presence had fizzled out, then grimaces and takes another angry sip of wine. "Ugh. I feel like I need a lot more wine after that. And possibly an exorcism."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
