Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora grins at that—broad and shark-bright, all teeth and sunshine—because of course Calypso wants in. Of course the daughter of a smuggler and a star would be the one to lean forward like that, amber eyes lit with the kind of mischief that didn’t just flirt with danger, but kissed it on the mouth and stole its wallet.
"I love it," she drawls, lifting her glass toward the younger girl in a lazy, approving cheers. Even if Jack and Safrin weren’t likely to go rooting through back alleys or rifling through pockets themselves, Flora figured they both had the good sense to keep secrets buried where no one would think to dig. That’s really all the guild needed: discretion, loyalty, and a willingness to pick locks or pockets every now and again.
[sy]"The rules are simple," she says, her tone smoothing out into something a little silkier, a little more serious beneath the warmth. [say}"Keep your mouths shut. Don’t let anyone through the back room unless they’re in the guild. And when you’re out and about? It’s always the Lost & Found. Never anything else." Her expression holds steady for a moment longer, letting the weight of it settle between them before she sips again and eases back into the cushions.
Then, as if remembering an afterthought—though the wrinkle at the corner of her eye suggests otherwise—she adds, "Oh. And if you see an Ancient skulking around the place named Thalassa? Tell her to fuck right out." Her nose scrunches faintly, though the smile doesn’t falter. "She’s technically a member, but she’s also infected right now, so...as someone who has also been infected, I can tell you that her mind absolutely isn't right."
"I love it," she drawls, lifting her glass toward the younger girl in a lazy, approving cheers. Even if Jack and Safrin weren’t likely to go rooting through back alleys or rifling through pockets themselves, Flora figured they both had the good sense to keep secrets buried where no one would think to dig. That’s really all the guild needed: discretion, loyalty, and a willingness to pick locks or pockets every now and again.
[sy]"The rules are simple," she says, her tone smoothing out into something a little silkier, a little more serious beneath the warmth. [say}"Keep your mouths shut. Don’t let anyone through the back room unless they’re in the guild. And when you’re out and about? It’s always the Lost & Found. Never anything else." Her expression holds steady for a moment longer, letting the weight of it settle between them before she sips again and eases back into the cushions.
Then, as if remembering an afterthought—though the wrinkle at the corner of her eye suggests otherwise—she adds, "Oh. And if you see an Ancient skulking around the place named Thalassa? Tell her to fuck right out." Her nose scrunches faintly, though the smile doesn’t falter. "She’s technically a member, but she’s also infected right now, so...as someone who has also been infected, I can tell you that her mind absolutely isn't right."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
