flora
"I just...I hate feeling like I'm the crazy one, you know?" Huffing, the queen reaches up to twist her curls into a knot on the top of her head. "Like, if everything we've done so far has failed, why is there so much resistance in trying to think of an alternative way forward?"
Spying the things the Tidebreaker revealed, Flora’s smile broadens warmly, the lingering heaviness from earlier easing further away with Hadama’s steady kindness and gentle humour. A soft, amused laugh escapes her as she accepts the jar of pink mud, turning it thoughtfully between her fingers. "Mm, you’ve heard right," she teases affectionately, tilting her head with exaggerated seriousness. "Pink mud is practically a miracle cure for frustration."
Her eyes glitter playfully as she gently guides Hadama toward a smooth, rocky edge to sit, the warmth of the water lapping pleasantly against her legs as she carefully twists open the jar. Flora scoops out a bit of the pastel-colored mixture onto her fingertips, demonstrating by lightly smoothing it over her own cheeks and nose. "Like this," she explains with a soft hum, reaching up to carefully dab some of the pink mixture onto Hadama’s face, lips twitching fondly as she traces it lightly along his jaw. "It’s supposed to clear your skin and your mind," she murmurs conspiratorially, eyes sparkling.
Next, she reaches for the cucumber slices, delicately taking two and placing them gently over her own eyes. "And these," she announces, voice dramatically serene as she leans back, visibly relaxing. "Are meant to make you forget stressful meetings ever existed." Lifting one cucumber slice to peer at him with a bright, teasing grin, she hands over two slices for Hadama. "Your turn."
Spying the things the Tidebreaker revealed, Flora’s smile broadens warmly, the lingering heaviness from earlier easing further away with Hadama’s steady kindness and gentle humour. A soft, amused laugh escapes her as she accepts the jar of pink mud, turning it thoughtfully between her fingers. "Mm, you’ve heard right," she teases affectionately, tilting her head with exaggerated seriousness. "Pink mud is practically a miracle cure for frustration."
Her eyes glitter playfully as she gently guides Hadama toward a smooth, rocky edge to sit, the warmth of the water lapping pleasantly against her legs as she carefully twists open the jar. Flora scoops out a bit of the pastel-colored mixture onto her fingertips, demonstrating by lightly smoothing it over her own cheeks and nose. "Like this," she explains with a soft hum, reaching up to carefully dab some of the pink mixture onto Hadama’s face, lips twitching fondly as she traces it lightly along his jaw. "It’s supposed to clear your skin and your mind," she murmurs conspiratorially, eyes sparkling.
Next, she reaches for the cucumber slices, delicately taking two and placing them gently over her own eyes. "And these," she announces, voice dramatically serene as she leans back, visibly relaxing. "Are meant to make you forget stressful meetings ever existed." Lifting one cucumber slice to peer at him with a bright, teasing grin, she hands over two slices for Hadama. "Your turn."
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?
