flora
Flora huffs a quiet laugh at that. "No," she says, her mouth quirking as she shakes her head, "it was mostly excruciating pain, cold and darkness, then boom gold and a bunch of trees." Her shoulders lift in an easy shrug, her death old news now. "Obviously I didn’t linger long enough to get the full experience, but.."
Flora doesn’t bother giving the room more than a passing look, not yet, not while she’s still focused on smoothing the last of the damage from Mateo's hands, her thumb brushing once across his palm before she lets him go. "Maybe," she agrees absently, though it’s clear she’s not particularly invested in the theory, her gaze flicking only briefly toward the pods before returning to him as he speaks.
The sigh comes easily as she pushes to her feet, reaching down to help haul him up. "Yeah," she relents, though it comes with a theatrical groan that rolls right after, her head tipping back slightly as if the inconvenience of it all is the true tragedy here. "Gods, I should’ve brought the camera Dad made for me. We could’ve taken a selfie in front of the egg."
Flora doesn’t bother giving the room more than a passing look, not yet, not while she’s still focused on smoothing the last of the damage from Mateo's hands, her thumb brushing once across his palm before she lets him go. "Maybe," she agrees absently, though it’s clear she’s not particularly invested in the theory, her gaze flicking only briefly toward the pods before returning to him as he speaks.
The sigh comes easily as she pushes to her feet, reaching down to help haul him up. "Yeah," she relents, though it comes with a theatrical groan that rolls right after, her head tipping back slightly as if the inconvenience of it all is the true tragedy here. "Gods, I should’ve brought the camera Dad made for me. We could’ve taken a selfie in front of the egg."
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
