flora
Her thoughts ripple with amusement, an invisible nose-wrinkle punctuating the way her mind scrunches in mock-disgust. I can guess, she hums dryly, some of your crew have been very vocal about what Bassian leaves behind when he visits the head. It’s said with that saccharine sympathy that’s not sympathetic at all.
Footsteps light and ghostly, Flora strolls after Jack without sound, drifting in his wake like perfume. His question hangs between them, but she only shakes her head—another gesture unseen. Nevermind, she offers, quieter now. She’s gotten too used to how easy it's been to talk to him lately. Too used to letting things spill out without double-checking the walls first. But the grin that follows is sharp and wicked, if still unseen. Though I’m super excited to haunt him. Whisper his name while he’s trying to sleep, stick my foot out to trip him, tell him he's about to walk into me naked and make him panic...You know. Normal ghost girl things.
When his shoulder shifts, trying to shake off the weight of her darker thoughts, Flora’s brighten again just enough to meet him halfway. I know, she says, softer now. Her gaze flicks to the Ark. If that’s where you were headed, I can walk you over. Not that anyone would probably comment on it, but you probably do look like a crazy person talking to yourself out here.
Footsteps light and ghostly, Flora strolls after Jack without sound, drifting in his wake like perfume. His question hangs between them, but she only shakes her head—another gesture unseen. Nevermind, she offers, quieter now. She’s gotten too used to how easy it's been to talk to him lately. Too used to letting things spill out without double-checking the walls first. But the grin that follows is sharp and wicked, if still unseen. Though I’m super excited to haunt him. Whisper his name while he’s trying to sleep, stick my foot out to trip him, tell him he's about to walk into me naked and make him panic...You know. Normal ghost girl things.
When his shoulder shifts, trying to shake off the weight of her darker thoughts, Flora’s brighten again just enough to meet him halfway. I know, she says, softer now. Her gaze flicks to the Ark. If that’s where you were headed, I can walk you over. Not that anyone would probably comment on it, but you probably do look like a crazy person talking to yourself out here.
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
