never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora chuckled. "Honestly, I’d be more insulted if you hadn’t rolled your eyes the second you heard." A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, tired but still warm; Melita had been on team eww why since day 1.
Turning back toward the sea, she watched the light skip off the waves, then blew out a long breath. "Ludo didn’t even tell me which memory not to think about. I picked one about Jack because, I dunno, I figured if I was gonna spiral about him anyway, maybe making it for something would help. And then I could try distracting myself." She cast a wry look Melita’s way. "This conversation not exactly helping, by the way. "
At the mention of Ludo’s alternate offer, Flora groaned and tipped her head back dramatically. "Oh, it did basically offer that. Said it would give me what I asked for no problem, but in exchange it got to delete a week of my memories. Its choice of what to take, obviously." Her expression twisted, half-ick, half-thoughtful. "Said no, obviously. Not really in the market for playing roulette with my own trauma. That whole memory-loss mess wrecked my dad and I’m not keen to follow in those particular footsteps."
Letting the words sit a moment, she nudged at a drifting seashell with her toe. "If you had to give up a week of memories, though...what week would you pick?"
Turning back toward the sea, she watched the light skip off the waves, then blew out a long breath. "Ludo didn’t even tell me which memory not to think about. I picked one about Jack because, I dunno, I figured if I was gonna spiral about him anyway, maybe making it for something would help. And then I could try distracting myself." She cast a wry look Melita’s way. "This conversation not exactly helping, by the way. "
At the mention of Ludo’s alternate offer, Flora groaned and tipped her head back dramatically. "Oh, it did basically offer that. Said it would give me what I asked for no problem, but in exchange it got to delete a week of my memories. Its choice of what to take, obviously." Her expression twisted, half-ick, half-thoughtful. "Said no, obviously. Not really in the market for playing roulette with my own trauma. That whole memory-loss mess wrecked my dad and I’m not keen to follow in those particular footsteps."
Letting the words sit a moment, she nudged at a drifting seashell with her toe. "If you had to give up a week of memories, though...what week would you pick?"
