I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Flora’s gaze follows the soldiers as they begin hauling the foundation materials into place, and for a few bright, miraculous seconds, everything actually looks like it’s happening the way it’s supposed to, which naturally means Torchline immediately starts looking for a way to make a liar out of her. It comes in the form of a nearby group of co-eds in scanty clothing working through exercise sets on the beach, their stretches and lunges apparently more compelling than the literal rebirth of one of the region’s most beloved bars, because a few of Kaisel ’s soldiers slow with tools in hand and begin watching with the helpless reverence. Flora turns her head very slowly toward Kai, one brow rising as high as it can go beneath the loose wisps of blonde hair escaping her ponytail.
When Kiada returns with the missing fastenings, Flora’s expression brightens with immediate relief. "You’re a lifesaver," she says, meaning it, only for her smile to falter as several Hels settle across the nearby crates in a flutter of wings, sharp eyes fixed on Kiada’s bag while their claws scrape over the wood and they begin literally shitting on the goods. One of them pecks at a crate corner as if there might be pastry inside instead of hardware.
Focusing on Dantalion, the sight of his scorched Xs pulls a grin back onto Flora's face. "Very clever," she says, shooting him a wink that makes it perfectly clear she appreciates both the practical solution and the flourish, before nodding toward the marked foundation lines where the old Hanged Man once stood. "Speaking of clever, do you have any shifts or magic that can tell us whether there’s anything hiding beneath the sand before we start digging, or are we doing this the old fashioned way?"
Kai’s soldiers are mostly working, but several have been distracted by the beach workout nearby.
Kiada has successfully returned with the missing fastenings, though a group of hels followed her and are now perched on the crates, pecking and making a mess while trying to investigate the materials.
Danta’s marked warped boards are safely separated, and Flora asks whether he has a shift or magic that can help check beneath the sand before digging starts.
When Kiada returns with the missing fastenings, Flora’s expression brightens with immediate relief. "You’re a lifesaver," she says, meaning it, only for her smile to falter as several Hels settle across the nearby crates in a flutter of wings, sharp eyes fixed on Kiada’s bag while their claws scrape over the wood and they begin literally shitting on the goods. One of them pecks at a crate corner as if there might be pastry inside instead of hardware.
Focusing on Dantalion, the sight of his scorched Xs pulls a grin back onto Flora's face. "Very clever," she says, shooting him a wink that makes it perfectly clear she appreciates both the practical solution and the flourish, before nodding toward the marked foundation lines where the old Hanged Man once stood. "Speaking of clever, do you have any shifts or magic that can tell us whether there’s anything hiding beneath the sand before we start digging, or are we doing this the old fashioned way?"
Kai’s soldiers are mostly working, but several have been distracted by the beach workout nearby.
Kiada has successfully returned with the missing fastenings, though a group of hels followed her and are now perched on the crates, pecking and making a mess while trying to investigate the materials.
Danta’s marked warped boards are safely separated, and Flora asks whether he has a shift or magic that can help check beneath the sand before digging starts.
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
