flora
Flora tilts her head side to side, curls bouncing with the motion, considering him with mock seriousness. "Mmm, I don’t know about that," she muses, voice lilting with play. "There’s always time for decorating. Priorities, Ronin."
As he starts nosing through the nearest pile of parchment, she clears her throat with pointed theatricality; a sound sharp enough to bounce off the dome above them. Brows lift high, expression poised somewhere between scandal and fond exasperation as she fixes him with a look that could strip barnacles off a hull. The kind that very clearly says and what exactly do you think you’re doing rifling through the Queen’s things, mister?
Her lips twitch despite herself, laughter bubbling through before it can settle into anything stern. "Luckily for both of us, the wartime planning’s over," she says, leaning back against her desk with her milkshake in hand. "Though soldier training still ranks right up there—just beneath bar rebuilding and regional pageantry."
As he starts nosing through the nearest pile of parchment, she clears her throat with pointed theatricality; a sound sharp enough to bounce off the dome above them. Brows lift high, expression poised somewhere between scandal and fond exasperation as she fixes him with a look that could strip barnacles off a hull. The kind that very clearly says and what exactly do you think you’re doing rifling through the Queen’s things, mister?
Her lips twitch despite herself, laughter bubbling through before it can settle into anything stern. "Luckily for both of us, the wartime planning’s over," she says, leaning back against her desk with her milkshake in hand. "Though soldier training still ranks right up there—just beneath bar rebuilding and regional pageantry."
and if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
