with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora’s easy stride slows, her brows knitting until a furrow mars the sun-warmed glow of her face. A thumb drifts to her lower lip, teeth grazing the skin in pensive habit while she tracks a circling curl of Spice’s frost that drifts between them like a sigh. "Oh shit. I missed that in the chaos," she murmurs, voice low enough that it seems to settle among the fallen leaves instead of carrying. "I bet he's okay though...when I was infected, everything felt...spectacular." She exhales a rueful laugh, soft but edged with memory. "The void critters looked like oversized cuddle-toys, and life felt strangely perfect—right up until I woke up clean and realised how close I’d come to losing myself."
Her gaze flicks to the forest’s burnished canopy, then returns, earnest and steady. "With the Family gone, I bet he'll turn up sooner rather than later without their influence lingering." She rubs a smudge of frost from her wrist, bangles chiming a muted note. "If I see him, I'll let you know." Or she'd tie him up and then let Zavien know.
Pausing, Flora reaches into her pocket and pulls out an acorn man, which was a truly horrifying little creation. Setting it down amongst the moss, the queen glances at Zavien over her shoulder and grins. "For Ludo," she explains.
Her gaze flicks to the forest’s burnished canopy, then returns, earnest and steady. "With the Family gone, I bet he'll turn up sooner rather than later without their influence lingering." She rubs a smudge of frost from her wrist, bangles chiming a muted note. "If I see him, I'll let you know." Or she'd tie him up and then let Zavien know.
Pausing, Flora reaches into her pocket and pulls out an acorn man, which was a truly horrifying little creation. Setting it down amongst the moss, the queen glances at Zavien over her shoulder and grins. "For Ludo," she explains.
