with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora's mouth twitched at the tch of resignation in his voice, a familiar sort of exhale she knew too well—one she was probably guilty of making herself, just in a higher pitch and with more cursing. She walked alongside him, boots crunching over frost and her breath fogging the inside of her rose-tinted sunglasses. Erebos’s mitten-string investigation got a fond little grin; it helped to have something soft to look at when everything else lately had been so sharp.
"How was it?" she echoed, the humour fading. Her teeth caught at the inside of her cheek for a second. "Weird. Awful. Kind of transcendent, in a horrible way." She nudged a chunk of icy crust with the toe of her boot, sending it skittering. "I mean, I got what I needed—Dahlia let me take what Torchline needed—but I didn’t come out of it unscathed." With a sigh, the queen gives her head a little shake. "I already had a rose ready to go for Hadama to cure me with, but he wasn't pissed at me about it and my boyfriend broke up with me over it, so.."
She glanced his way, voice a little quieter now. "But Torchline will be safe, or Haulani at least. And I can tell who's infected just by looking at them, so I guess that's a thing."
As for the boat, that got a soft huff of laughter. "I named her The Sugar Tide," she confessed, pulling her coat tighter around her. "Literally everyone in my family lives on a boat now, so it actually kind of works out I guess. She’s a sky-sailboat—still learning to fly her properly, but I’m getting there."
The glint of colour in a nearby snowdrift caught her attention and she veered slightly toward it, crouching low to drag her glove through the flakes. Nothing. Just ice. "If this memory snow stuff is supposed to shimmer, I’m starting to think I’m going to need a magnifying glass and a prayer if we don't see some snowmen soon."
"How was it?" she echoed, the humour fading. Her teeth caught at the inside of her cheek for a second. "Weird. Awful. Kind of transcendent, in a horrible way." She nudged a chunk of icy crust with the toe of her boot, sending it skittering. "I mean, I got what I needed—Dahlia let me take what Torchline needed—but I didn’t come out of it unscathed." With a sigh, the queen gives her head a little shake. "I already had a rose ready to go for Hadama to cure me with, but he wasn't pissed at me about it and my boyfriend broke up with me over it, so.."
She glanced his way, voice a little quieter now. "But Torchline will be safe, or Haulani at least. And I can tell who's infected just by looking at them, so I guess that's a thing."
As for the boat, that got a soft huff of laughter. "I named her The Sugar Tide," she confessed, pulling her coat tighter around her. "Literally everyone in my family lives on a boat now, so it actually kind of works out I guess. She’s a sky-sailboat—still learning to fly her properly, but I’m getting there."
The glint of colour in a nearby snowdrift caught her attention and she veered slightly toward it, crouching low to drag her glove through the flakes. Nothing. Just ice. "If this memory snow stuff is supposed to shimmer, I’m starting to think I’m going to need a magnifying glass and a prayer if we don't see some snowmen soon."
