Flora
"Oh my gods." She buries her face in her hands, laughing helplessly behind her fingers. "You can’t just say that like you’re offering to book a massage. Though I do appreciate the sailor-on-brand synergy suggestion." She lifts her head, trying to stifle a grin. "Maybe I’ll put up flyers. ‘Lonely queen seeks emotionally unavailable man with a nautical kink and a strong jawline. Must like drama and not ask questions.’ " Which of course was not at all what Flora needed, but she was quite certain that any amount of tenderness or intimacy would have her in pieces.
Her laughter fades into something softer as they rise steadily over the Falling, wind catching the sails and pushing them higher into the cloud-washed sky. It’s a good kind of quiet—the kind that feels earned—and she lets it stretch for a moment, watching the coastline fall away beneath them, a quilt of light and forest and stone.
But when Mateo finally speaks again, his voice sharp, Flora glances over with a wry little smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "No," she agrees. "We're basically the best." For Mateo that was certainly true and Flora doubted if there was anyone who'd say anything to the contrary. For her, though? She could readily name more than a few people who'd have scrawled her name as their top pick for being the worst.
She turns to face him fully again, eyes narrowing with bright amusement. "Gods I wish I could have seen that," she agrees, lifting her chin and flashing him a smirk. "Your curls are absolutely sacred though, you're right. Torchline would revolt if you lost them. There’d be an uprising." She paused, grinning. "I might even lead it."
Her laughter fades into something softer as they rise steadily over the Falling, wind catching the sails and pushing them higher into the cloud-washed sky. It’s a good kind of quiet—the kind that feels earned—and she lets it stretch for a moment, watching the coastline fall away beneath them, a quilt of light and forest and stone.
But when Mateo finally speaks again, his voice sharp, Flora glances over with a wry little smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "No," she agrees. "We're basically the best." For Mateo that was certainly true and Flora doubted if there was anyone who'd say anything to the contrary. For her, though? She could readily name more than a few people who'd have scrawled her name as their top pick for being the worst.
She turns to face him fully again, eyes narrowing with bright amusement. "Gods I wish I could have seen that," she agrees, lifting her chin and flashing him a smirk. "Your curls are absolutely sacred though, you're right. Torchline would revolt if you lost them. There’d be an uprising." She paused, grinning. "I might even lead 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
