Flora
Flora grins, wicked and delighted, like the promise of chaos is something fizzy in her chest. []say]"Oh I’ll absolutely channel you next chance I get," she declares, jabbing a finger in Melita’s direction like it’s already been decided. "And then you can tell me if it felt weird. I don’t care if my dads hate it," she adds with a shrug, "but if you’re uncomfortable, I’d rather know."
The grin fades into something more thoughtful as she twists her lips, eyes narrowing against the wind. "Yeah...I thought Hadama would be a lifer too." A small sigh slips out. "Honestly, I thought it’d be shitty, leading alone. I had a bit of a meltdown about it at first." She shrugs again, looser this time. "But now?" A grin tugs at her mouth. "I kinda like it."
Turning fully toward Melita, Flora lifts a brow and lets her voice curl into something sing-song and teasing. "That said...you know there’s always a spot open if you want one." Her lashes flutter dramatically, like that might sweeten the deal this time, though they both know how many times she's suggested Mel take up a political spot at her side only to be shut down.
Flora lights up; utterly, unmistakably, a beam of joy that breaks straight through the salt-sticky haze about her twin. "Yeah," she breathes, heart in it, whole and glowing. "I’ll probably keep him locked in my house for the first week. Maybe longer. Bubblewrap, pillows, Spice on guard duty just to try and keep him safe." Flora wouldn't be able to protect Enzo against the world, and now there were significantly more ways of making sure he didn't end up dead again, but still.
But then she tilts her head, curiosity blooming across her expression. "Did you ever meet him?"
The grin fades into something more thoughtful as she twists her lips, eyes narrowing against the wind. "Yeah...I thought Hadama would be a lifer too." A small sigh slips out. "Honestly, I thought it’d be shitty, leading alone. I had a bit of a meltdown about it at first." She shrugs again, looser this time. "But now?" A grin tugs at her mouth. "I kinda like it."
Turning fully toward Melita, Flora lifts a brow and lets her voice curl into something sing-song and teasing. "That said...you know there’s always a spot open if you want one." Her lashes flutter dramatically, like that might sweeten the deal this time, though they both know how many times she's suggested Mel take up a political spot at her side only to be shut down.
Flora lights up; utterly, unmistakably, a beam of joy that breaks straight through the salt-sticky haze about her twin. "Yeah," she breathes, heart in it, whole and glowing. "I’ll probably keep him locked in my house for the first week. Maybe longer. Bubblewrap, pillows, Spice on guard duty just to try and keep him safe." Flora wouldn't be able to protect Enzo against the world, and now there were significantly more ways of making sure he didn't end up dead again, but still.
But then she tilts her head, curiosity blooming across her expression. "Did you ever meet him?"
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
