Flora
Flora slows with him, chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths that only just keep from tipping into a smug pant. Sweat curls at the nape of her neck and glistens at her temples, but her grin is sharper than the dagger that felled his projection. "I told you I had it that time," she declares, striding over to nudge the sandy grave of the projection with her bare foot. "May he rest in pieces."
She leans down and swipes the blade from the sand, flicking it once to clear the grit before tucking it away with a flourish. As for the beach remembering—her gaze sweeps out toward the wide stretch of surf-lapped sand, thoughtful now. "You joke, but I’m actually kinda tempted. Maybe I should spray paint my name inside of the city, instead," she muses, turning to walk backward as they move toward the water fountain. "The full name, maybe even the date and time for dramatic flair. " Her smirk curves as she adds, "Not that I’d want to overdo it or anything."
She leans down and swipes the blade from the sand, flicking it once to clear the grit before tucking it away with a flourish. As for the beach remembering—her gaze sweeps out toward the wide stretch of surf-lapped sand, thoughtful now. "You joke, but I’m actually kinda tempted. Maybe I should spray paint my name inside of the city, instead," she muses, turning to walk backward as they move toward the water fountain. "The full name, maybe even the date and time for dramatic flair. " Her smirk curves as she adds, "Not that I’d want to overdo it or anything."
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
