flora
Flora blinks—once, then again—as the words spiral gently into the air beside her in shimmering script. It takes her a second to realize it’s not some optical illusion from the cold or the noticeboard itself, but magic. Something celestial and beautiful in a way that twists in her gut before she can help it.
Because stars always mean Safrin. And Safrin means Jack. And Jack means…
Flora’s smile falters at the edges, subtle as a wilting bloom. Her breath fogs in the air as she exhales slowly, grounding herself in the frost and the moment instead of letting her mind spiral toward how many other perfect, glittering things he’s left behind. Her voice, when it comes, is softer now—careful, but not cold. "Let me guess." Her head tilts, curls catching the faint glow. "You’re Safrin and Jack's new demigod?"
There’s no venom in the way she says it. Just a quiet weariness, like someone who’s been pricked too many times by the same thorn but still can’t seem to pull it free.
Because stars always mean Safrin. And Safrin means Jack. And Jack means…
Flora’s smile falters at the edges, subtle as a wilting bloom. Her breath fogs in the air as she exhales slowly, grounding herself in the frost and the moment instead of letting her mind spiral toward how many other perfect, glittering things he’s left behind. Her voice, when it comes, is softer now—careful, but not cold. "Let me guess." Her head tilts, curls catching the faint glow. "You’re Safrin and Jack's new demigod?"
There’s no venom in the way she says it. Just a quiet weariness, like someone who’s been pricked too many times by the same thorn but still can’t seem to pull it free.
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
