Flora
Flora snorts, sidestepping just in time to dodge the spray of water from Ronin’s theatrics. "Keep flinging water at me and I will start throwing knives again," she warns, though the grin on her face makes it clear she’s mostly bluffing. Mostly.
Bending to splash her own face, she lingers for a moment over the coolness, cupping her hands again and letting the water run down the back of her neck. The ocean breeze catches the drops and sends a chill chasing down her spine, but it’s grounding in a way she needs. "I know it won’t forget me," she says, not looking at him just yet. "But remembering me and waiting for me are two different things."
With a roll of her shoulders and a deeper breath, she shakes off the thought, straightening again. "C’mon. If I let you rest any longer you’re going to cramp up old man. Race me home?"
Bending to splash her own face, she lingers for a moment over the coolness, cupping her hands again and letting the water run down the back of her neck. The ocean breeze catches the drops and sends a chill chasing down her spine, but it’s grounding in a way she needs. "I know it won’t forget me," she says, not looking at him just yet. "But remembering me and waiting for me are two different things."
With a roll of her shoulders and a deeper breath, she shakes off the thought, straightening again. "C’mon. If I let you rest any longer you’re going to cramp up old man. Race me home?"
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
