flora
Flora’s frown is delicate but unmistakable, the kind that pulls her mouth into something soft yet unmistakably queenly. Her eyes flick down to Ronin's hands still hovering near her paperwork, and she hums a note of light disapproval that he hadn't stopped before; the sound light but laced with warning, like a cat’s purr before the claws.
"Mm, yes," she agrees distractedly as she stands, milkshake in hand and nods toward the far side of the room, where sunlight spills through tall windows onto a pair of deep blue couches framed by potted palms. She leads the way, skirts whispering against the marble as she sinks into one of the couches with a soft sigh, curling a leg beneath her. Another loud slurp punctuates her approval of the milkshake before she grins over the rim at him.
"That’d be a help, actually. I think Kaisel’s planning some sort of soldier-related activities soon—so maybe you two could join forces. Between your experience and his...enthusiasm, I’m sure something explosive will happen." And if it did, better the demigod with the ability to bring people back from the dead be in attendance.
Flora laughs as she tilts her head back against the cushions, the tension easing from her shoulders. "And I don’t know," she says, feigning deep consideration. "I think you and Remi would be exceptional at pageantry." Her brows rise mischievously before she snorts, shaking her head and brushing an escaped curl from her cheek. "Though I was more thinking directional signage and floral arrangements for the lightposts, not life-sized floats of me, tempting as that sounds. With Hadama gone, I'm going for a full season of being responsible before letting the power go to my head."
"Mm, yes," she agrees distractedly as she stands, milkshake in hand and nods toward the far side of the room, where sunlight spills through tall windows onto a pair of deep blue couches framed by potted palms. She leads the way, skirts whispering against the marble as she sinks into one of the couches with a soft sigh, curling a leg beneath her. Another loud slurp punctuates her approval of the milkshake before she grins over the rim at him.
"That’d be a help, actually. I think Kaisel’s planning some sort of soldier-related activities soon—so maybe you two could join forces. Between your experience and his...enthusiasm, I’m sure something explosive will happen." And if it did, better the demigod with the ability to bring people back from the dead be in attendance.
Flora laughs as she tilts her head back against the cushions, the tension easing from her shoulders. "And I don’t know," she says, feigning deep consideration. "I think you and Remi would be exceptional at pageantry." Her brows rise mischievously before she snorts, shaking her head and brushing an escaped curl from her cheek. "Though I was more thinking directional signage and floral arrangements for the lightposts, not life-sized floats of me, tempting as that sounds. With Hadama gone, I'm going for a full season of being responsible before letting the power go to my head."
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
