Flora
"No," she snickers, tossing her curls over her shoulder with a self-satisfied little flair, "you started your nonsense before I even got it in the oven. So unless your death throes can preheat a cabin to melt cheese, we’ve still got a few minutes."
She flicks the dial on the oven and leans against the counter with a huff, arms crossing lazily as she casts a glance down at him. The image of Kaisel starfished out like he’s just been felled by a mighty beast—and not, say, his own hubris—earns him nothing but a theatrical roll of her eyes. Honestly. She has(d) two brothers, and given their penchant for dramatics anyway, she couldn't really believe getting hit in the junk hurt that much.
"Gods, men really are so dramatic," she sighs, drawing it out like she’s mourning a great tragedy while she rifles into a drawer and pulls out a bag of gummy worms. With the rustle of plastic and a purposeful shake, she gives it the same energy one might use to summon a spoiled dog with treat incentives. Rustle rustle rustle.
"So sad though," she coos, plucking one from the bag and dangling it from her fingers. "If you weren't tragically deceased on my kitchen floor, I'd offer you one." She chews the gummy like a bite of victory, licking a bit of sugar from her fingertip as she hums with exaggerated regret. "Alas."
She flicks the dial on the oven and leans against the counter with a huff, arms crossing lazily as she casts a glance down at him. The image of Kaisel starfished out like he’s just been felled by a mighty beast—and not, say, his own hubris—earns him nothing but a theatrical roll of her eyes. Honestly. She has(d) two brothers, and given their penchant for dramatics anyway, she couldn't really believe getting hit in the junk hurt that much.
"Gods, men really are so dramatic," she sighs, drawing it out like she’s mourning a great tragedy while she rifles into a drawer and pulls out a bag of gummy worms. With the rustle of plastic and a purposeful shake, she gives it the same energy one might use to summon a spoiled dog with treat incentives. Rustle rustle rustle.
"So sad though," she coos, plucking one from the bag and dangling it from her fingers. "If you weren't tragically deceased on my kitchen floor, I'd offer you one." She chews the gummy like a bite of victory, licking a bit of sugar from her fingertip as she hums with exaggerated regret. "Alas."
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
