candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Yep." Flora replies, defiantly, though suddenly quite unsure when this became an argument. Hadn't...everyone seen that the Ark had been moored? Surely everyone had. Was it invisible? Was she the only one that could see it? Why was he suddenly so cross?
"Actshully, Jack, I have noticed some things. I've noticed people lurking around that shrine on the docks but not actually praying, just leaving things there. And you would think they were offerings, only other people come and pick them up later. And I know that Queen Maeve doesn't know who put up that new shrine so clearly someone is doing things around her without being seen. Someone who isn't you." Flora tilts her chin up before lowering it slightly, worried that he might look up her nose instead of being intimidated by how clearly very clever she was.
'Guess that makes you a shitty psychic then.' She trills as she fills his glass. Spinning, she holds it out, before bringing it back to her lips and downing it in one gulp. Gods but it burns such that it takes nearly all of Flora's willpower to keep her teeth locked against the gag pushing up from the back of her throat. 'Or else you'd know all the things I have up my sleeve.' She finishes, her eyes growing slightly shiny from the burn of the liquor.
"Actshully, Jack, I have noticed some things. I've noticed people lurking around that shrine on the docks but not actually praying, just leaving things there. And you would think they were offerings, only other people come and pick them up later. And I know that Queen Maeve doesn't know who put up that new shrine so clearly someone is doing things around her without being seen. Someone who isn't you." Flora tilts her chin up before lowering it slightly, worried that he might look up her nose instead of being intimidated by how clearly very clever she was.
'Guess that makes you a shitty psychic then.' She trills as she fills his glass. Spinning, she holds it out, before bringing it back to her lips and downing it in one gulp. Gods but it burns such that it takes nearly all of Flora's willpower to keep her teeth locked against the gag pushing up from the back of her throat. 'Or else you'd know all the things I have up my sleeve.' She finishes, her eyes growing slightly shiny from the burn of the liquor.
