Flora
The moment lunch is called, Flora drops her rake without ceremony, the metal clattering softly as if even it is relieved. "Oh thank fuck," she breathes with feeling, already angling toward the shade and the promise of food, shoulders rolling as she shakes some life back into arms that are very aware of their existence now.
She makes quick, decisive work of the spread, piling pulled pork high onto a bun and then adding a little more for good measure, because she has earned it. A second, smaller plate follows just as automatically, a neat portion set aside for Spice, who lands nearby with an air of expectation that suggests she has also been working very hard in her own, frosty way. Flora slides the plate toward her with a fond huff, fingers briefly brushing cool scales before she claims her own meal.
Settling into the shade, she takes a long pull from a glass of lemonade, eyes half-lidding in relief before she finally bites in, messy and unapologetic. "I forgot how good food tastes when you’re actually starving," she says around the mouthful, more to the air than anyone in particular, already looking a touch more alive now that the work has paused and lunch has well and truly begun.
fuck you I want pulled pork so bad rn
She makes quick, decisive work of the spread, piling pulled pork high onto a bun and then adding a little more for good measure, because she has earned it. A second, smaller plate follows just as automatically, a neat portion set aside for Spice, who lands nearby with an air of expectation that suggests she has also been working very hard in her own, frosty way. Flora slides the plate toward her with a fond huff, fingers briefly brushing cool scales before she claims her own meal.
Settling into the shade, she takes a long pull from a glass of lemonade, eyes half-lidding in relief before she finally bites in, messy and unapologetic. "I forgot how good food tastes when you’re actually starving," she says around the mouthful, more to the air than anyone in particular, already looking a touch more alive now that the work has paused and lunch has well and truly begun.
fuck you I want pulled pork so bad rn
passion is a passing thing, it's accidental chemistry
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
