flora
Flora lingers just long enough to hear Deimos’ shout and to catch the glint of Ronin’s axe burying itself in Pierce’s shoulder. Vox is a hurricane of limbs and teeth and grief, Sunjata’s still taking hits, and Remi’s voice is cracking through the air like lightning. It’s a fucking demigod battleground now (and also you, Tal, you legend), which means Flora has exactly no business still being here.
Especially not with blood-slick blades in her hands and every useful trinket she owns currently riding Deimos’ pockets like fancy magical luggage. She’s got two daggers, a handful of adrenaline, and exactly zero interest in watching her dads (all three of them) get turned into Swiss cheese while Pierce and Vox play Thunderdome.
Time to goooooo.
Silently, carefully, she slips backward—daggers tight to her sides, sand slipping under her heels. She skirts the edge of the chaos, weaving around the static vortex, the collapsing surf, the fucking basilisk. Someone yells again—Remi, maybe—and she ducks instinctively, holding her breath, before she's on the move again, headed toward the Sugar Tide. If anything happens to the two daggers in her hands, all of this will have been for fucking nothing, and she's keen not to let that happen.
Still invisible, Flora leaves!
Especially not with blood-slick blades in her hands and every useful trinket she owns currently riding Deimos’ pockets like fancy magical luggage. She’s got two daggers, a handful of adrenaline, and exactly zero interest in watching her dads (all three of them) get turned into Swiss cheese while Pierce and Vox play Thunderdome.
Time to goooooo.
Silently, carefully, she slips backward—daggers tight to her sides, sand slipping under her heels. She skirts the edge of the chaos, weaving around the static vortex, the collapsing surf, the fucking basilisk. Someone yells again—Remi, maybe—and she ducks instinctively, holding her breath, before she's on the move again, headed toward the Sugar Tide. If anything happens to the two daggers in her hands, all of this will have been for fucking nothing, and she's keen not to let that happen.
Still invisible, Flora leaves!
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
