mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
A soft snicker curls in Flora’s throat, bright and low, as she nods her agreement. "I hadn’t expected everyone to jump in either, but...whatever," she murmurs, the words light but tinged with incredulity. Fingers make quick work of reclaiming her rings, sliding them back onto each finger with a practised ease that feels like reclaiming pieces of herself. Her compass is set gently down on the cluttered countertop beside a pot of blooming sea-thistle, its needle still twitching faintly like it’s trying to keep up with the day.
Her grin flashes sharp and sideways as she glances at him. "We make a good team," she offers, amusement dancing in her voice. "Even though I know you probably hated every second of that." Her tone is playful, acknowledging the madness of it all while somehow still basking in it.
As he gestures toward the blood and the jars, her expression settles. She reaches out for one of the small glass containers, holding it up to the low, golden lamplight. Inside, the scrapings of Pierce’s blood catch like rusted rubies on the glass. "I think so," she says, tapping the lid closed with her thumb. "It’s about as much as I got from Dahlia. And that worked." A shrug follows, casual but not careless. She doesn’t say it has to be enough, but the implication lingers in the air like salt.
She sets the jar down beside the others with a soft clink, her eyes still on it for a moment longer. Then, more quietly, "Thank you. For helping. I genuinely couldn't have done it without you." Her voice loses some of its usual gloss; she's not just grateful, but sincere in a way she doesn’t let herself be very often. "I think I'm going to be right in the Family's crosshairs now that Remi and Ronin interfered so...being able to protect the coast will really help."
Flora gives Deimos
Glass Jar | A glass jar filled with one dagger's worth of Pierce's blood
Her grin flashes sharp and sideways as she glances at him. "We make a good team," she offers, amusement dancing in her voice. "Even though I know you probably hated every second of that." Her tone is playful, acknowledging the madness of it all while somehow still basking in it.
As he gestures toward the blood and the jars, her expression settles. She reaches out for one of the small glass containers, holding it up to the low, golden lamplight. Inside, the scrapings of Pierce’s blood catch like rusted rubies on the glass. "I think so," she says, tapping the lid closed with her thumb. "It’s about as much as I got from Dahlia. And that worked." A shrug follows, casual but not careless. She doesn’t say it has to be enough, but the implication lingers in the air like salt.
She sets the jar down beside the others with a soft clink, her eyes still on it for a moment longer. Then, more quietly, "Thank you. For helping. I genuinely couldn't have done it without you." Her voice loses some of its usual gloss; she's not just grateful, but sincere in a way she doesn’t let herself be very often. "I think I'm going to be right in the Family's crosshairs now that Remi and Ronin interfered so...being able to protect the coast will really help."
Flora gives Deimos
Glass Jar | A glass jar filled with one dagger's worth of Pierce's blood
