Flora
Flora bites the inside of her cheek, a smirk curling like smoke in the corners of her mouth as her eyes glint over at him. "Space is almost never what I actually want," she purrs, dragging the words out as if it’s a confession, sultry and sharp all at once. Then again, Kaisel probably didn't need Flora to spell out that particular lesson; the past few weeks had been one long, chaotic example of just how she reacted when she was left on her own.
His flick of water earns a shrug and a wicked glint. "Seems like having your mouth open’s gotten you in trouble again—" SNAP.
Outside, Flora's yelp has several hels suddenly taking flight from where they were perched on the Sugartide's mast. She squeals, half-laugh and half-offended gasp, the sound catching in her throat like it’s afraid of what else might follow. "FUCK," she coughs, hand flying to her ass as if expecting to find shrapnel embedded in the denim. "Did you just—?! How dare you!" She spins with righteous fury, eyes wide and scandalised. Apparently, Jack’s weren’t going to be the only bruising marks on her body that Kai would find.
"You want spice?" Her eyes flash as she lunges, snatching the nearest weapon within reach—a spatula, naturally—and aims a sharp, vengeful whack at his arm. "You’re lucky my daggers aren’t nearby, or this cheese would be your last supper." Whether or not the peppers and meats survive the counterattack is on him. Flora’s ass has declared war, and she's prepared for hunger to be a casualty if it means victory.
His flick of water earns a shrug and a wicked glint. "Seems like having your mouth open’s gotten you in trouble again—" SNAP.
Outside, Flora's yelp has several hels suddenly taking flight from where they were perched on the Sugartide's mast. She squeals, half-laugh and half-offended gasp, the sound catching in her throat like it’s afraid of what else might follow. "FUCK," she coughs, hand flying to her ass as if expecting to find shrapnel embedded in the denim. "Did you just—?! How dare you!" She spins with righteous fury, eyes wide and scandalised. Apparently, Jack’s weren’t going to be the only bruising marks on her body that Kai would find.
"You want spice?" Her eyes flash as she lunges, snatching the nearest weapon within reach—a spatula, naturally—and aims a sharp, vengeful whack at his arm. "You’re lucky my daggers aren’t nearby, or this cheese would be your last supper." Whether or not the peppers and meats survive the counterattack is on him. Flora’s ass has declared war, and she's prepared for hunger to be a casualty if it means victory.
I hope you're sweating the bigger stuff,
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
Code stolen from Queen Sky
