MELITA
Melita arched her brow, had been prepared to say more. For all the Gregorian knot platitudes between herself and Jack, she’d never wanted Flora to be stuck and caught in his waves, in his orbit. The Doubletake seemingly hadn’t minded, hadn’t relented, hadn’t given away until something else shook and rattled; reality striking hard and fast when all their words had not. What it said about Jack, for him to leave a place he’d carved, sculpted, and whittled by his own malicious hand wasn’t for the Honeybee to add; but she didn’t mind him being a victim of his own devastations and making. That Flora had freed herself from all the coils. “Proud of you,” she winked in response, and then let it flicker away, splashing some of the water at her fingertips. But they could revel in the man’s mishaps for a moment or two – the demigod’s laugh catching on a mischievous curl, floating outward instead of sticking to her ribs; light, airy. “Oh, he did. Haven’t seen him that grumpy in a while.” Her grin caught on the edges into less malice, more amusement, sharing seemingly inane pastimes with a friend. But her head lifted at the discussion of cannons once more, shielding her eyes to watch Flora’s face, wishing she’d thought to grab her sunglasses on the rim of the pool, beginning to scoot her float in that direction as they talked. “So I already have some for my ship, obviously,” as if this was simply a given. “But I liked the way Ronin could just blast away, y’know? So I asked Ludo for something similar,” with the trickery twist. As for Torchline getting their own, she practically sobbed in delight, but made it a fist pump instead as she swam herself over to grab the shades. “Gods, yes please. Just let me know what we need."
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
