is this the end of all the endings?
Flora’s grin blooms wicked and bright as Ronin has to thump his own chest, her head tilting to one side while she watches him with all the solemn concern of someone who is absolutely going to make this worse. "But you have so much experience...?" she whispers of Ronin's long-standing expertise when it comes to eating, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Accepting her own slice with a pleased little hum of thanks, Flora settles more comfortably near Remi, careful not to jostle anything. "Well, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Mel and I were thinking," she admits, lifting her fork. "She shot him, he just went bang entirely deadpan and disappeared, which was honestly hilarious." With a small shrug, she bounces her eyebrows. "But it definitely got everyone to take notice of the cannon, so that was nice."
Flora takes a bite of pie, then, casual as anything, lashes lowering as if the filling requires her full and immediate attention, and for a second she lets the buttery sweetness buy her exactly enough time to make what comes next seem like an afterthought instead of something that has been fizzing beneath her skin since the moment it happened. Her engagement ring gleams as her fork dips back toward the plate, and around the mouthful she adds, "Oh, and while I was chatting with Safrin, she made me one of her demigods, so, you know, guess I won’t be channeling either of you ever again."
Accepting her own slice with a pleased little hum of thanks, Flora settles more comfortably near Remi, careful not to jostle anything. "Well, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Mel and I were thinking," she admits, lifting her fork. "She shot him, he just went bang entirely deadpan and disappeared, which was honestly hilarious." With a small shrug, she bounces her eyebrows. "But it definitely got everyone to take notice of the cannon, so that was nice."
Flora takes a bite of pie, then, casual as anything, lashes lowering as if the filling requires her full and immediate attention, and for a second she lets the buttery sweetness buy her exactly enough time to make what comes next seem like an afterthought instead of something that has been fizzing beneath her skin since the moment it happened. Her engagement ring gleams as her fork dips back toward the plate, and around the mouthful she adds, "Oh, and while I was chatting with Safrin, she made me one of her demigods, so, you know, guess I won’t be channeling either of you ever again."
my broken bones are mending
