flora
"Nope, born here. Grew up in the woods," Flora explains, shrugging one shoulder. "I lived mostly with my nonna and my twin in the Wildwood." Back then Ronin had hated the mere presence of she and Enzo and so the pair had to be kept far away from him. "I moved to Torchline just a little bit before the war," she explains, her gaze far off, considering something in her mindseye before the conversation adjusts itself.
There's a moment of raw clarity as Maea mentions Jack, a reminder of just how tightly her personal and public lives are intertwined, and how little of her story is truly her own anymore, despite how many pieces of it were known by others. "Jack," she starts, the name rolling off her tongue with a mix of fondness and pain. "He's my..." Boyfriend certainly didn't seem like the right word, especially since she hadn't heard from him for days now, the thought of which has scarlet colouring the queen's cheeks. She sips her drink again, the liquid a slow burn down her throat, mirroring the ache of old wounds reopened. "..we're together. He was the one who brought me to the Greatwood actually, as a birthday thing."
Flora shifts slightly, the movement subtle but filled with intent as she sets her glass down with a gentle clink. "As for coming back," she continues, turning to face Maea more directly, her expression sobering. "I mean I'm sure I don't have to tell you." Maea had died at least once that Flora knew of; twice if she thought hard enough about it. "There’s a... a coldness that lingers. Like shadows clinging to your skin long after the light has gone."
She pauses, her gaze drifting over the bustling crowd, not really seeing them. "And it isn't even that..it's like, everyone says oh no, I'm so sorry or like, ohmygods, that's crazy, but none of them can ever understand? What it feels like to die?"
There's a moment of raw clarity as Maea mentions Jack, a reminder of just how tightly her personal and public lives are intertwined, and how little of her story is truly her own anymore, despite how many pieces of it were known by others. "Jack," she starts, the name rolling off her tongue with a mix of fondness and pain. "He's my..." Boyfriend certainly didn't seem like the right word, especially since she hadn't heard from him for days now, the thought of which has scarlet colouring the queen's cheeks. She sips her drink again, the liquid a slow burn down her throat, mirroring the ache of old wounds reopened. "..we're together. He was the one who brought me to the Greatwood actually, as a birthday thing."
Flora shifts slightly, the movement subtle but filled with intent as she sets her glass down with a gentle clink. "As for coming back," she continues, turning to face Maea more directly, her expression sobering. "I mean I'm sure I don't have to tell you." Maea had died at least once that Flora knew of; twice if she thought hard enough about it. "There’s a... a coldness that lingers. Like shadows clinging to your skin long after the light has gone."
She pauses, her gaze drifting over the bustling crowd, not really seeing them. "And it isn't even that..it's like, everyone says oh no, I'm so sorry or like, ohmygods, that's crazy, but none of them can ever understand? What it feels like to die?"
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
