flora
Flora bursts into laughter, nearly choking on the bite of sandwich she’s just taken. "Okay but what does it take to retire at your age?" she teases, wiping at the corner of her mouth with a napkin and flashing him a mischievous grin. "Is it because you saved the world? Or because you switched allegiances as a demigod to someone less demanding? Or is it just surviving ten years married to someone like Remi that earns you the golden ticket?" Her tone is warm, affectionate; she’s clearly joking, but the fondness woven through her voice makes it something softer too.
As Ronin speaks about her council, her grin fades into something more thoughtful. She nods slowly, lips twitching as she mulls it over. Setting the half-eaten sandwich aside, she breaks off a piece of chocolate instead, absently rolling it between her fingers before leaning back into the couch. "It would be nice to have a bit more help," she admits. "And obviously you know what you’re doing."
Her head tilts, curls brushing her shoulder as she glances at him sidelong. "But...wouldn’t it be weird, though?" she asks, tone light but edged with genuine concern. "What happens if I assign you something you don’t want to do? Or if we disagree about how something should go?" She pulls a face, part rueful, part amused. "I mean, I’m the Queen, but you’re my dad, and I’m pretty sure every Taliesin comes with an entire manual of big ideas on how things should be done, and..." She shrugs. As adults, the pair have only squared off a time or two, but gods knew it was in both of them to defend their ideas, and the power imbalance now just seemed weird.
As Ronin speaks about her council, her grin fades into something more thoughtful. She nods slowly, lips twitching as she mulls it over. Setting the half-eaten sandwich aside, she breaks off a piece of chocolate instead, absently rolling it between her fingers before leaning back into the couch. "It would be nice to have a bit more help," she admits. "And obviously you know what you’re doing."
Her head tilts, curls brushing her shoulder as she glances at him sidelong. "But...wouldn’t it be weird, though?" she asks, tone light but edged with genuine concern. "What happens if I assign you something you don’t want to do? Or if we disagree about how something should go?" She pulls a face, part rueful, part amused. "I mean, I’m the Queen, but you’re my dad, and I’m pretty sure every Taliesin comes with an entire manual of big ideas on how things should be done, and..." She shrugs. As adults, the pair have only squared off a time or two, but gods knew it was in both of them to defend their ideas, and the power imbalance now just seemed weird.
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
