flora
Flora chuckles, her tone rich with mock understanding. "Ohhh, riiiiiight," she says with exaggerated sarcasm, brows arching as if to say that makes it completely fine then. Still, her grin softens as he continues, and she nods, expression slipping toward something more contemplative. "Yeah. When that void sea panther attacked on the beach, I barely managed to handle it on the beach with Noah and Jack. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if it had reached the city."
Her gaze drifts toward the domed glass above them, where clouds now churn like dark silk across the sky. "Maybe some short-range teleports would be useful around the island," she muses, half to herself. The thought hangs there for a moment; pragmatic, but laced with the quiet ache of hindsight.
When he mentions Wilde’s Rapier, Flora's face tightens, the memory surfacing sharp as broken glass. "Yeah," she echoes softly, the word small but heavy as she tries to stiffle a shiver. The shift in his tone draws her back, and her brows lift in surprise. "Oh seriously?" she asks, voice brightening with genuine surprise and relief. "That’s...honestly, that’s great." One less thing for either of them to worry about, if nothing else.
Then Flora's gaze drops to her hands, fingers worrying at one of her rings as she hesitates. "Uhhh so, speaking of gods and...dead siblings," she murmurs, her voice gentler now, careful. "I think I finally have everything in place to ask Mort to bring Enzo back.." The admission hangs fragile between them. She doesn’t look up right away, her eyes tracing the curve of her cup instead. When she does, it’s only a flicker; a sidelong glance through her lashes, uncertainty flickering across her face. The discomfort isn’t from doubt in her decision, but from the weight of what it means to say it to him, to Ronin, who still carries the ghosts of two children she can’t replace.
Her gaze drifts toward the domed glass above them, where clouds now churn like dark silk across the sky. "Maybe some short-range teleports would be useful around the island," she muses, half to herself. The thought hangs there for a moment; pragmatic, but laced with the quiet ache of hindsight.
When he mentions Wilde’s Rapier, Flora's face tightens, the memory surfacing sharp as broken glass. "Yeah," she echoes softly, the word small but heavy as she tries to stiffle a shiver. The shift in his tone draws her back, and her brows lift in surprise. "Oh seriously?" she asks, voice brightening with genuine surprise and relief. "That’s...honestly, that’s great." One less thing for either of them to worry about, if nothing else.
Then Flora's gaze drops to her hands, fingers worrying at one of her rings as she hesitates. "Uhhh so, speaking of gods and...dead siblings," she murmurs, her voice gentler now, careful. "I think I finally have everything in place to ask Mort to bring Enzo back.." The admission hangs fragile between them. She doesn’t look up right away, her eyes tracing the curve of her cup instead. When she does, it’s only a flicker; a sidelong glance through her lashes, uncertainty flickering across her face. The discomfort isn’t from doubt in her decision, but from the weight of what it means to say it to him, to Ronin, who still carries the ghosts of two children she can’t replace.
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
