Flora
Flora gasps, hand to heart, as if Mateo’s comment about his ship's simplicity is the most scandalous thing she’s heard all day. "Teo," she whispers, stage-horrified, "are you saying La Verbena is easier to operate than the Sugar Tide?" A slow, wicked grin unfurls. "Babes, maybe that’s because your ship is like a man—two buttons and some hopeful enthusiasm and you're off. The Sugar Tide," she purrs, gesturing vaguely toward her own vessel, "is a woman. Complex. Gorgeous. Full of mysterious mechanisms that require careful attention and skillful hands if you want her to really fly." She lets that sit, biting her lip as if she’s pretending to be demure and failing spectacularly.
However as he goes on, Flora goes still. "Wait. Wait wait wait." Her hand shoots out, grabbing his sleeve like she’s physically restraining him from escaping the interrogation she’s about to unleash. "You made out with Ever?" Her voice jumps half an octave. "When? Where? How? Was he any good? Did you see his abs? Did you—gods, how far did you go?"
She’s grinning, borderline feral now, like this is the best gossip she’s gotten all week. "And you never told me this why??" she demands, as if personally offended.
But when he brings up Isla again, some of that heat flickers out of her expression. Flora glances down, fiddling absently with the corner of Ever’s instructions still tucked at her hip. "Nice that she stuck by him, though," she mutters, almost too quiet to catch. "I do hope they figure it out," she says genuinely. "They deserve that. Maybe I should go check in on her sometime. Just to see how she’s doing. I mean… if she wants to talk about it."
However as he goes on, Flora goes still. "Wait. Wait wait wait." Her hand shoots out, grabbing his sleeve like she’s physically restraining him from escaping the interrogation she’s about to unleash. "You made out with Ever?" Her voice jumps half an octave. "When? Where? How? Was he any good? Did you see his abs? Did you—gods, how far did you go?"
She’s grinning, borderline feral now, like this is the best gossip she’s gotten all week. "And you never told me this why??" she demands, as if personally offended.
But when he brings up Isla again, some of that heat flickers out of her expression. Flora glances down, fiddling absently with the corner of Ever’s instructions still tucked at her hip. "Nice that she stuck by him, though," she mutters, almost too quiet to catch. "I do hope they figure it out," she says genuinely. "They deserve that. Maybe I should go check in on her sometime. Just to see how she’s doing. I mean… if she wants to talk about it."
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
Code stolen from Queen Sky
