Flora
"How're you supposed to do that?" Flora asked, voice low and sharp, a blade drawn in quiet frustration. "Lure the wyrm back, I mean." Her brow furrowed as she stepped out of the hug, not because she didn’t want it anymore—gods, she did—but because standing still made the weight of it all feel heavier. Pacing helped. Anger helped. Her hands found her hips, fingers curling against bare skin where her tank top had ridden up.
Sunset painted her golden, but her glare was all steel.
"I mean, what’s the plan for next time?" she continued. "Bring someone you don't like and dangle them to make it stick around?" Her tone wasn’t cruel, just tired. "I wonder what happens to you immortals if you get eaten."
At the mention of Noah, though, her expression soured further. "What do you mean he’s returned?" she asked, the word spat out like a bad taste before shaking her head, braid swaying behind her. "Like, I'm glad he showed up to help, but if the bar for demigods is just remembering who the fuck they are while the rest of us are bleeding and being murdered, then literally what's the point of them? Isn’t showing up supposed to be the bare minimum?" Her hands lifted in exasperation, then dropped uselessly to her sides.
Sunset painted her golden, but her glare was all steel.
"I mean, what’s the plan for next time?" she continued. "Bring someone you don't like and dangle them to make it stick around?" Her tone wasn’t cruel, just tired. "I wonder what happens to you immortals if you get eaten."
At the mention of Noah, though, her expression soured further. "What do you mean he’s returned?" she asked, the word spat out like a bad taste before shaking her head, braid swaying behind her. "Like, I'm glad he showed up to help, but if the bar for demigods is just remembering who the fuck they are while the rest of us are bleeding and being murdered, then literally what's the point of them? Isn’t showing up supposed to be the bare minimum?" Her hands lifted in exasperation, then dropped uselessly to her sides.
'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
