Flora
Flora’s footsteps hit the beach like accusations, each one a muffled what the fuck pressed into the black sand as she stomped barefoot toward the picnic Hadama had laid out. The scene was almost criminal in its serenity—the pastel sky, the slow-cooking skewers, the stupidly aesthetic hibiscus blanket—and it only made her madder. She should’ve been charmed. She should’ve wanted to drop into the little oasis he’d created and let the sunset do its work, but instead her chest was a knot of thorns and her hands were clenched at her sides.
"What the hell, Hadama."
She stopped just short of the blanket, arms crossed tight enough to make her rings press into her skin. Her curls were a little wind-tossed, her cheeks still flushed from the salty sting of emotions she hadn’t wanted to unpack yet, and her mouth had settled into a sharp, unimpressed line.
"You said you were going to patrol the Arclight." Her voice wasn’t raised, but it crackled with disbelief all the same. "Patrol, not dive headfirst into the belly of Starfall and not even mention that Jack was going with you."
The last name dropped like a weight between them, and Flora winced inwardly, annoyed that it still felt like it had power over her. But gods, she hadn’t even gotten the chance to prepare—not for the island, not for the news, and sure as shit not for Jack turning up caked in dirt and voidblood with her name still on his tongue.
She huffed, glancing down at the neatly sizzling meat and fruit like it had personally offended her. "Is this revenge because of what I did, because I really didn't think you were the type."
"What the hell, Hadama."
She stopped just short of the blanket, arms crossed tight enough to make her rings press into her skin. Her curls were a little wind-tossed, her cheeks still flushed from the salty sting of emotions she hadn’t wanted to unpack yet, and her mouth had settled into a sharp, unimpressed line.
"You said you were going to patrol the Arclight." Her voice wasn’t raised, but it crackled with disbelief all the same. "Patrol, not dive headfirst into the belly of Starfall and not even mention that Jack was going with you."
The last name dropped like a weight between them, and Flora winced inwardly, annoyed that it still felt like it had power over her. But gods, she hadn’t even gotten the chance to prepare—not for the island, not for the news, and sure as shit not for Jack turning up caked in dirt and voidblood with her name still on his tongue.
She huffed, glancing down at the neatly sizzling meat and fruit like it had personally offended her. "Is this revenge because of what I did, because I really didn't think you were the type."
'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
