flora
Flora raises her brows, eyes glinting like sunlight catching the sea. "Absolutely sounds like something worth risking your life over," she says, tone far too casual for what they’re actually discussing. Her lips twitch around the chocolate she nibbles on, as if she’s savouring both the taste and her own sarcasm.
She laughs softly at the mention of Melita, nodding in agreement. [sa]y"Yeah, I figured as much," she says, brushing a curl back from her cheek. "Mostly I just wanted her to know she’s wanted here. That Torchline values her, even if she doesn’t want to sit through meetings about shipping routes or the price of rum. "
When he jokes about her obsession with jailing him, Flora snickers and shrugs, feigning innocence. "Someone’s gotta make sure the jail cells are still in good shape," she quips, tugging on his pinky with a grin to seal their promise. As the pinky-lock settles into something real, she sighs dramatically, leaning back into the couch. "Oh noooo, not going out for lunch," she laments in mock despair, theatrical to her core. "Whatever will we do." Then, with a softer laugh, she adds, "If I’ve got more help, I can probably afford to take more lunch breaks anyway."
Her grin turns sly, wickedly pleased with herself. "Alright then, first official task, Mister Advisor—" she pauses for effect, lifting her chin as if crowning him on the spot, "—you get to tell Remi that I don’t want him on my council." Tilting her head, she adds with exaggerated sweetness, "One dad feels like more than enough, and you two sort of come as a package deal anyway."
She laughs softly at the mention of Melita, nodding in agreement. [sa]y"Yeah, I figured as much," she says, brushing a curl back from her cheek. "Mostly I just wanted her to know she’s wanted here. That Torchline values her, even if she doesn’t want to sit through meetings about shipping routes or the price of rum. "
When he jokes about her obsession with jailing him, Flora snickers and shrugs, feigning innocence. "Someone’s gotta make sure the jail cells are still in good shape," she quips, tugging on his pinky with a grin to seal their promise. As the pinky-lock settles into something real, she sighs dramatically, leaning back into the couch. "Oh noooo, not going out for lunch," she laments in mock despair, theatrical to her core. "Whatever will we do." Then, with a softer laugh, she adds, "If I’ve got more help, I can probably afford to take more lunch breaks anyway."
Her grin turns sly, wickedly pleased with herself. "Alright then, first official task, Mister Advisor—" she pauses for effect, lifting her chin as if crowning him on the spot, "—you get to tell Remi that I don’t want him on my council." Tilting her head, she adds with exaggerated sweetness, "One dad feels like more than enough, and you two sort of come as a package deal anyway."
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
