Flora
Flora sputters. "Excuse me? First of all, how dare you." Her eyes go cartoonishly wide, one hand flying to her chest in mock affront. "You wish you had half my finesse, Mateo. The Sugar Tide is just—shy. She’s waiting for the right moment to let loose and absolutely blow everyone’s minds." Honestly, none of it was even remotely true. Mateo had absolutely more sexual and aerial experience than she did.
But any follow-up is obliterated the second he starts talking about Everest. Naked. In the fucking lavender.
Flora lets out a strangled squeal and practically launches off the bench. "He got naked?!" She whirls to stare at the patch of lavender like it’s suddenly become sacred ground. "Gods, Mateo, you gotta give a girl some warning. I could have sat there!" Her voice hits octaves usually reserved for startled birds and people finding out they’ve been unknowingly blessed by a wandering spirit.
"And you taught him?" she presses, eyes narrowing with scandalized fascination. "I—what—how?? You just made out while he was naked and on drugs and then nothing else happened?" She looks genuinely overwhelmed, and somehow delighted, horrified, and impressed all at once. Mid-rant about to spiral deeper to demand to know when her brother developed that sort of willpower, when Mateo’s voice quiets and the name Dad cuts through, just like that, her dies away.
"Yeah, well.." she says, brushing her curls back with a faint sigh. "He's never really been good at fixing things. I mean, have you even spoken to him since LongNight?" Flora sighs, shaking her head.
But any follow-up is obliterated the second he starts talking about Everest. Naked. In the fucking lavender.
Flora lets out a strangled squeal and practically launches off the bench. "He got naked?!" She whirls to stare at the patch of lavender like it’s suddenly become sacred ground. "Gods, Mateo, you gotta give a girl some warning. I could have sat there!" Her voice hits octaves usually reserved for startled birds and people finding out they’ve been unknowingly blessed by a wandering spirit.
"And you taught him?" she presses, eyes narrowing with scandalized fascination. "I—what—how?? You just made out while he was naked and on drugs and then nothing else happened?" She looks genuinely overwhelmed, and somehow delighted, horrified, and impressed all at once. Mid-rant about to spiral deeper to demand to know when her brother developed that sort of willpower, when Mateo’s voice quiets and the name Dad cuts through, just like that, her dies away.
"Yeah, well.." she says, brushing her curls back with a faint sigh. "He's never really been good at fixing things. I mean, have you even spoken to him since LongNight?" Flora sighs, shaking her head.
'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
