candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Jolting upright, Flora looks out the window with a scowl and is struck squarely in the forehead. "Oh my gods, oww!" She complains, rubbing at her forehead as Jack comes into view. "Oh! It's you." Softening considerably, Flora peels the hair away from around her face and brushes at the flour smeared to her top.
"Oooooooh!" Eyebrows furrowed together in such a way which will cause wrinkles down the line, Flora picks up the last of the burned cupcakes and hurls it at the squadron of hels who watch it fall harmless before them. Flitting down off a post to pluck at the nearly inedible ball, they click their disapproval in her general direction only to receive a sneer from Flora before she turns her attention back to Jack.
"It's this stupid weather." She says, gesturing with one hand. "Things don't cook the same way they do in the Greatwood even though I'm following this recipe exactly." For all her drama (and let's be honest, Flora might have been just as upset about this anyway), her thoughts are a grief-stricken tangle of longing. The recipe was one of Vai's, and her failure to recreate it here has the girl missing the witch all the more.
"Oooooooh!" Eyebrows furrowed together in such a way which will cause wrinkles down the line, Flora picks up the last of the burned cupcakes and hurls it at the squadron of hels who watch it fall harmless before them. Flitting down off a post to pluck at the nearly inedible ball, they click their disapproval in her general direction only to receive a sneer from Flora before she turns her attention back to Jack.
"It's this stupid weather." She says, gesturing with one hand. "Things don't cook the same way they do in the Greatwood even though I'm following this recipe exactly." For all her drama (and let's be honest, Flora might have been just as upset about this anyway), her thoughts are a grief-stricken tangle of longing. The recipe was one of Vai's, and her failure to recreate it here has the girl missing the witch all the more.
