flora
Yeah Jack, best keep all those thoughts and feelings tucked away. No sense learning from past mistakes now. "I mean, you're a bit more than just a sailor these days, aren’t you?" Flora says, the words curling around a soft smirk as she watches him move. There’s a looseness in her tone that doesn’t quite reach her spine. At the mention of the Climb, her mouth twists slightly, golden heat spilling unbidden into her thoughts. The memory flickers sharp and sweet: sulphur and steam, his cold fingers on her burning skin, her back arching in the hotsprings while the world narrowed to salt and breath and friction. One of the best fucks of her life, honestly. Not that she’s about to say that out loud, but then, it certainly didn't matter given her present company. Still, her expression goes briefly wistful, the memory warming her from the inside even as the wind needles at her coat.
"As for lives left," she murmurs, lifting a hand to brush a curl from her mouth, only for it to blow right back into place. Her sigh carries a smile. "Dunno. A handful, maybe?" So, you know, probably enough to get her through the next year at this rate.
She takes the bottle back with a brush of fingers, tilting it to her lips and letting the burn pool at the back of her throat before pressing the back of her hand there like punctuation. "This chunk of land used to be part of Halo, actually," she adds, eyes tracking the rocks in the near distance. "I might’ve—accidentally—blown it off the mainland a while ago." A careless lift of her shoulders, though there’s a glint of pride beneath the faux innocence. "Now it floats out here like an angry ice cube, but no more angry than Deimos was when he found out." She shrugs. " All the mageglass in Caido comes from here."
"As for lives left," she murmurs, lifting a hand to brush a curl from her mouth, only for it to blow right back into place. Her sigh carries a smile. "Dunno. A handful, maybe?" So, you know, probably enough to get her through the next year at this rate.
She takes the bottle back with a brush of fingers, tilting it to her lips and letting the burn pool at the back of her throat before pressing the back of her hand there like punctuation. "This chunk of land used to be part of Halo, actually," she adds, eyes tracking the rocks in the near distance. "I might’ve—accidentally—blown it off the mainland a while ago." A careless lift of her shoulders, though there’s a glint of pride beneath the faux innocence. "Now it floats out here like an angry ice cube, but no more angry than Deimos was when he found out." She shrugs. " All the mageglass in Caido comes from here."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
