Flora
A quiet breath slips past her lips, more exhale than sigh, as Jack’s questions settle like stones in her chest. Of course she’s thought about it—about what Dahlia might do, about how permanent her death could be if her body was taken somewhere the people who love her couldn’t reach and how painful it might be in interum anyway. She presses her thumb gently to Jack’s temple, perhaps accidentally, as she finishes aligning the last section of his hair.
"I know," she murmurs aloud, solemn as the tide. "It’s a risk." There’s no bravado in her voice now, no thinking she was being extremely clever; just the quiet certainty of someone who has already been considering her own worst-case scenarios. But if there’s a way to bring me back, I think they’ll find it. I think between Remi and Ronin...and Sunjata and Hadama too, there aren't many places Dahlia could hide me that they couldn't reach.
His next question slices sharper, with Flora stilling as she meets his gaze, finding it nearly impossible to hold. I think it does, she thinks quietly, thoughts like the shadow of a wave pulling back from shore. I'm the most dispensable when you think about it. Deimos has a son. Sunjata is the only leader of King's End, Hadama is strongest against the void...besides, I’m already a target. If this puts me in their crosshairs again, it doesn’t change much.
She swallows. Her fingers comb once more through the hair at his temples, light and steady, letting him feel the weight of what she isn’t saying aloud. Besides, they all rely on their magic. Jack, who'd felt what it was like to have Pierce render him utterly powerless, would understand why she was in a better position with her daggers than they were with just their fists.
"I know," she murmurs aloud, solemn as the tide. "It’s a risk." There’s no bravado in her voice now, no thinking she was being extremely clever; just the quiet certainty of someone who has already been considering her own worst-case scenarios. But if there’s a way to bring me back, I think they’ll find it. I think between Remi and Ronin...and Sunjata and Hadama too, there aren't many places Dahlia could hide me that they couldn't reach.
His next question slices sharper, with Flora stilling as she meets his gaze, finding it nearly impossible to hold. I think it does, she thinks quietly, thoughts like the shadow of a wave pulling back from shore. I'm the most dispensable when you think about it. Deimos has a son. Sunjata is the only leader of King's End, Hadama is strongest against the void...besides, I’m already a target. If this puts me in their crosshairs again, it doesn’t change much.
She swallows. Her fingers comb once more through the hair at his temples, light and steady, letting him feel the weight of what she isn’t saying aloud. Besides, they all rely on their magic. Jack, who'd felt what it was like to have Pierce render him utterly powerless, would understand why she was in a better position with her daggers than they were with just their fists.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
