candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Okay, well, so that was one of the most elegant things Flora thinks she's ever heard, and hearing it from Jack? Feeling her cheeks heat, the girl just hums a sound that strains towards cool agreement but likely sounds just as tongue-tied as she feels.
"A...feather?" The pretty blush turns a few shades darker now as Flora's lips begin to straighten. "You want a piece of my dad?" With Daddy Issues about as integral to who she was as her DNA, to say Flora was put on the defensive was an understatement. Folding her arms across her chest, she raises an eyebrow and her chin for good measure. "That's not true." She huffs, of the lack of visitors (except it was, since it was really only her twin, Melita and Hadama).
"Besides, if it's so handy to have a demigod feather in your pocket, no way that's an equal trade for some cupcakes. You gotta even the pot on your end." Flora says in a shockingly confident tone; feeling like someone was only being nice to you because they wanted something will certainly harden your spine if nothing else.
"A...feather?" The pretty blush turns a few shades darker now as Flora's lips begin to straighten. "You want a piece of my dad?" With Daddy Issues about as integral to who she was as her DNA, to say Flora was put on the defensive was an understatement. Folding her arms across her chest, she raises an eyebrow and her chin for good measure. "That's not true." She huffs, of the lack of visitors (except it was, since it was really only her twin, Melita and Hadama).
"Besides, if it's so handy to have a demigod feather in your pocket, no way that's an equal trade for some cupcakes. You gotta even the pot on your end." Flora says in a shockingly confident tone; feeling like someone was only being nice to you because they wanted something will certainly harden your spine if nothing else.
