flora
"Okay, but..." Flora's mind is grasping for something, anything, to latch onto that might make her feel somewhat more okay about all of this. "...you're a smuggler, right? So.." It was smuggler, not pirate, wasn't it? Gods, suddenly the alcohol was making everything spine instead of shine the way it had before. "..why do you care?"
But then he's talking about Notice Boards and tributes? Pressing her eyes closed and wanting to wrap herself around him the way Seven had previously been bundled up in her arms, Flora staves off the rising waves of panic through sheer force of will and a heavy dose of childhood trauma. Remi wouldn't panic about this. Ronin wouldn't, and certainly Mateo would do something clever with plants. "Sure. Sure I can do that." She could, but gods if she didn't want to be in bed. It didn't even have to be her bed.
'Just uhm...be careful, okay?' She murmurs, as if she had any right to to comment on the captain's wellbeing.
But then he's talking about Notice Boards and tributes? Pressing her eyes closed and wanting to wrap herself around him the way Seven had previously been bundled up in her arms, Flora staves off the rising waves of panic through sheer force of will and a heavy dose of childhood trauma. Remi wouldn't panic about this. Ronin wouldn't, and certainly Mateo would do something clever with plants. "Sure. Sure I can do that." She could, but gods if she didn't want to be in bed. It didn't even have to be her bed.
'Just uhm...be careful, okay?' She murmurs, as if she had any right to to comment on the captain's wellbeing.
never be so kind
you forget to be clever
you forget to be clever
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
