flora
Flora’s smile softens, the edges warm in a way that doesn’t need to be loud to be genuine. "Thanks," she murmurs, the word gentle enough to almost get lost under the hiss of the sea breeze. Things with Kaisel...gods, they were messier than anything with Jack, which was saying something. Both tangled up in the same thread of having slept together—a lesson there, if she ever bothered to learn it—but she still couldn’t quite pin down why his treatment of her, or the whole situation, made her so angry. Not with the kind of unflinching honesty it would take to really understand it, anyway.
She shakes it off with a grin, flicking her hand in a breezy little wave toward the necromancer. "If you haven’t noticed, checking the blueprints and all that is one of the important jobs," she says, tone playfully chiding. "Brute strength? I’ve got more than enough of that with my dads involved. But without someone keeping them in check, it all dissolves into madness pretty quick."Her brows lift knowingly, the grin widening. "You probably saw it for yourself at the beginning of the week."
She shakes it off with a grin, flicking her hand in a breezy little wave toward the necromancer. "If you haven’t noticed, checking the blueprints and all that is one of the important jobs," she says, tone playfully chiding. "Brute strength? I’ve got more than enough of that with my dads involved. But without someone keeping them in check, it all dissolves into madness pretty quick."Her brows lift knowingly, the grin widening. "You probably saw it for yourself at the beginning of the week."
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
