flora
The pain is unspeakable. She doesn’t have words for it—just raw, shredded sound that rips out of her throat as Dahlia’s claws dig in again. Not just a slice. Not just a gash. In her. Like she’s being dug through, split open at the seams and left to feel every precise movement, every cruel twist of the Reaper’s fingers.
Flora screams, the sound wet and helpless, her mouth gasping and stretching and choking on her own breath. There’s no air. No ground. Just blood and heat and white-hot agony so vivid it pushes the world to the edges of her vision. The sky blurs. The golden stones blur. Even the voices of her fathers—gods, she knows they’re fighting, knows they’re right there—fade beneath the screaming in her head.
She can’t move. Can’t think.
Pierce hadn’t been like this. Pierce had been clean, cold, impersonal. His blade had sliced into her, yes, but this—this is slow. This is meant to be felt. It’s mockery laced in talons, and she’s nothing but a ragdoll in Dahlia’s grip.
Fingers slick with blood scrabble at her side, shaking as she drags the healing ring across her torn skin. It flares to life—light flickering against her ribs—but it’s not enough. It's a drop in an ocean. A whisper in a hurricane.
Flora heals herself with her ring and Taylor swift’s the damage.
Healing Ring | A golden ring made by the fae, capable of delivering mastered
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic
Lucky you | A ring that when worn grants +3 luck. Must be included in all PQ/PQ+/KQ/DROP posts to be counted. healing via touch.
Torchline: Torchline has taught you to survive her weather and her terrain. Once per PQ/PQ+/KQ/Drop, you can 'shrug off' half the damage from ONE non-lethal attack. (In order to use this ability, you must put a clear note in the bottom of your post immediately following the attack you want to 'shrug off').
Flora screams, the sound wet and helpless, her mouth gasping and stretching and choking on her own breath. There’s no air. No ground. Just blood and heat and white-hot agony so vivid it pushes the world to the edges of her vision. The sky blurs. The golden stones blur. Even the voices of her fathers—gods, she knows they’re fighting, knows they’re right there—fade beneath the screaming in her head.
She can’t move. Can’t think.
Pierce hadn’t been like this. Pierce had been clean, cold, impersonal. His blade had sliced into her, yes, but this—this is slow. This is meant to be felt. It’s mockery laced in talons, and she’s nothing but a ragdoll in Dahlia’s grip.
Fingers slick with blood scrabble at her side, shaking as she drags the healing ring across her torn skin. It flares to life—light flickering against her ribs—but it’s not enough. It's a drop in an ocean. A whisper in a hurricane.
Flora heals herself with her ring and Taylor swift’s the damage.
Healing Ring | A golden ring made by the fae, capable of delivering mastered
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic
Lucky you | A ring that when worn grants +3 luck. Must be included in all PQ/PQ+/KQ/DROP posts to be counted. healing via touch.
Torchline: Torchline has taught you to survive her weather and her terrain. Once per PQ/PQ+/KQ/Drop, you can 'shrug off' half the damage from ONE non-lethal attack. (In order to use this ability, you must put a clear note in the bottom of your post immediately following the attack you want to 'shrug off').
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
