love, death and robots

flora

Flora turns to Maea, her expression softening slightly. "No, I get that." She might have remained queen post-death, and her boyfriend (or whatever he was) might have told her that he loved her for the first time because of it (arguably both good things), but the world was still falling apart around her, and she'd been forced to the sidelines.

Flora's eyes follow the flow of the crowd, but her mind is anchored in the conversation, absorbing Maea's perspective with a quiet intensity that rarely surfaces so openly. "Give up?" she echoes softly, the words tinged with a blend of amusement and melancholy. "I mean...for a while, I guess you could call what I did giving up." She admits before taking another sip of her drink, the sharpness of the citrus mingling with the burn of the spices, mirroring the complexity of her thoughts. "I couldn't sleep for weeks. I was terrified to go anywhere, especially the Greatwood. And...I mean, I didn't do shit against the Family or the Void, just like I was told, so.."

Was it giving up? Someone like Jack would have said it was just bein' smart, but gods, who knew anymore.

"But all of that probably has more to do with being murdered than just dying.." Flora admits after a moment, blinking herself back into the moment and focusing on Maea.

We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!