Healing Hands

♥ ♥ ♥ 39 year old nurse, living in Sterling. Ex-Slave Mother to Finley Blume. [this is a sideblog]

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✰ fangirl challenge ✰ [1/50] female characters ─ piper halliwell

“I don’t know, it’s like our whole lives have been like everybody else. Rushing off to work, going out on bad dates, buying shoes and suddenly we wake up one day and everything is different. We’re witches now. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

There wasn’t much of a crowd around, maybe about half a dozen people and most of them looked like they were trying not to spectate the woman going mental at the service counter. He was sure they were getting their moneys worth watching her and their little squabble. Henry couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he was now standing at a safe distance from her. “Oh, is that my approach with women? I guess you would know the best since it worked on you.” he responded sharply, the shit-eating grin never leaving his face. Her next comment didn’t pull an immediate response from him. Of course he remembered. How could he forget taking a right hook to the face? “Flora, I’m not your ten year old son. You can’t give me the look as a warning and think I’m gonna be scared.” he laughed, turning his attention towards the counter. “I’m sure this nice girl here would like to move on with her day. Preferably, without another middle aged woman screaming at her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Flora huffed, mostly because she didn’t have a response for his comeback. He was pretty on point. “It didn’t work on me. You just wore me down... like sandpaper.” That was the best she could come up with, and it was a shoddy attempt and she knew it. The look on Henry’s face wasn’t helping the situation. She found that if she thought back to that memorable right hook, it did make her feel a little better. “If you know what’s good for you, you should be scared. Our boy’s smart. That’s why he knows it’s wrong to cross his mom.” Flora couldn’t help but snort at the way he spoke to the girl. “Enough Grandpa. She’s barely older than Finley, please don’t hit on her.” The poor sales assistant had no idea where to look or what to do, and her mouth gaped open like a fish gasping for air. It was clear that her principles were going to have to take a backseat for the time being, and Flora picked up the broken toy before turning to Henry. “I’ll let you explain to him why this is his birthday present.”

[ohmissflora]

noahxbaxter:

{ Noah } I think very highly of your opinion, you do have excellent taste. { Noah } which one? { Noah } Also, are you busy later, I’d love to take you out to eat, Fin can come too.

[Flora] you think so? [Flora] hmmm, well... out of those ones I like the paisley print one best. [Flora] Top left. [Flora] Yeah, I’m free. Finley’s at his dad’s tonight though. Apparently there’s a game on, or something, I’m not really sure.

[ohmissflora]

ainesvelkov:

Aine blinked, really not knowing what to do with the woman’s enthusiasm. Truly, Aine was in shock. She didn’t know what had just happened for her to be free. She didn’t feel any different. She looked down at the  pass, scrutinising it. “601?” She half asked, showing the pass to Flora for confirmation. “Oh, yes. That would be good.” Yes, going to her room would be a good start. But what then? “I don’t know what I’m meant to do.” Aine admitted quietly.

Flora watched as Aine’s gaze fell back down to the pass in her hands. “601?” She repeated before nodding. “I can take you there.” Flicking the button for the sixth floor, Flora turned her attention back to the blonde when she spoke again. For a second, she didn’t know what she meant, and then she quickly realised. Years of being in the House, years of being a slave and being told what to do, and now all of this freedom? It wouldn’t be surprising if Aine felt overwhelmed. “Well,” Flora began, “I’m just about to head to the store if you want to come with me? You’ll need to stock your fridge and get some basic things. At least your first night will be a little more comfortable then.”

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

“Principle?” he repeated, failing to bite back a grin at her choice of words. Maybe it was because he had never been in this type of situation that he found it so amusing. Or he connected this type of behavior with the uppity women who lived on the upper east side back in New York and not Flora. Either way, he wasn’t going to let her live this one down. “I’m not saying anything, but I know I wouldn’t be causing a scene in the middle of a department store.” Henry put his hands up in defense and moved slightly off to the right, away from the counter. “Alright, snippy. You tell that girl, who’s probably 20 years your junior, who’s boss.” 

“I’m not causing a scene!” Her eyes widened as she realised she’d raised her voice slightly. Henry knew exactly how to wind her up and she knew he took great pleasure in doing it. She took a breath to calm herself. “Unfortunately, I can’t try to charm my way into her knickers, so your approach wouldn’t work for me.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning back to the assistant as Henry shuffled backwards. Her attention shift didn’t last long after he spoke again. “I told you not to call me that.” She bit back, “don’t you remember what happened the first time you did? Clue, you needed ice.” Flora raised her eyebrows, hoping to jog his memory.

[ohmissflora]

noahxbaxter:

                                                    { Accidental Photo Message }

{ Noah } I have a meeting today. { Noah } Is the tie alright or is it to blan?

[Flora] can a tie be too blah?  [Flora] especially for a meeting... [Flora] If you want to stand out then wear a brightly patterned one!

[ohmissflora]

Life’s a Beach | Flora, Henry (& Finley)

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

While Finley rapidly shot off questions about the new car, Henry had caught part of Flora’s little comment and he glanced back at her with a challenging look. “I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you when you’re way down there.” he quipped, having somewhat of an idea about what she was trying to insinuate. There was only one way that sentence could have ended. It wasn’t like this was anything new. Henry always threw down a lot of money when it came to buying things. He always had to have the nicest car and the biggest house. “Maybe I shoulda got a toyota or one of those hondas that everyone drives around in. I could be like every other average joe.” he remarked, following his son into the elevator. “No way! An Audi is so much better!” Finley replied, clearly not picking up the sarcastic tone Henry was directing at his mother. 

Obviously, Henry wasn’t used to censoring himself around kids. He had his nieces and nephews, but he wasn’t around them enough to get into the habit of consciously catching the things that he said. “Good. You have questionable taste in cars so I was worried about your choice in beaches.” A tight lipped smile appeared on his face as he gazed up at the floor numbers, the light moving past each floor as they descended. When Finley began to laugh, Henry turned his gaze down at the boy– already forgetting about the whole censoring himself thing.  “You won’t be saying that to your girlfriend a few years down the road.” he laughed, turning to look at Flora and then down at Finley, who was looking back up at him with a confused look on his face. “Uh… don’t repeat that.” he quickly tried to recover. All he needed was Flora calling him up one day to tell him that their son was sent home from school because he told people a girl would stick her butt in his face when he was older.

Once they arrived at ground level, the doors slid open and Henry pressed the unlock button on the key. The beep of the car was enough to distract Finley from asking what he had meant with his previous comment. “Can I start the car? Does it have the start button?” Finley asked as they left the elevator. Henry approached the car, opening up the trunk so they could put the bags in the back. “Yeah, sure. Maybe I’ll let you sit on my lap and we can do donuts in an empty parking lot. I’m sure your mother would love that.”

“You heard me.” She bit back, still smirking smugly as she caught his eye when he looked back at her. If she could get her own back and wind him up then she would happily do so. “You couldn’t be an average Joe no matter how hard you try.” Flora snorted her laughter as they all climbed in the elevator. “Five minutes without your expensive motor and you’d go crazy.” She continued to tease, glad that Finley’s innocence kept his attention fixed on the pricey car that his father had. She knew that Finley would be more impressed by the fact it was a fast sports car than by the huge price tag, but it was nice that he and Henry could bond over more than one thing in the short time they’d known each other.

“Never heard you questioning my taste in things before.” Her tone was dipped in sarcasm and before she turned to watch Finley again with a smile. He always liked to watch the floors illuminate as they flew by. The number of times she’d had to stop him from lighting up every floor was ridiculous – even now he was edging towards his teenage years he still did it. But her eyes soon widened at Henry’s words. Flora fought with herself to bat him on the arm, but then she didn’t want to make a huge deal about it, because then Finley would no doubt know it was something he shouldn’t be saying. And then he’d say it. Instead, she busied herself with glaring at Henry until he tried to rescue the situation. Finley continued to look utterly confused, tilting his head questioningly at his father. “But-” He began. “Never you mind,” Flora forced a laugh, “your dad just made a bad joke, that’s all.”

Flora was the last to leave the elevator, following behind the two of them as they made their way outside. It was a beautiful day, and she pulled her sunglasses out of her purse to slip on as they edged into the sunlight. Thankfully, Finley was completely distracted by the car and she headed for the trunk to put the bags she was carrying safely in the back. “Oh, she would.” Finley gasped his excitement, “really, Mom?!” “No sweetie, of course not. Let’s wait ‘til you’re old enough to drive before you decide you want to become a boy racer like your dad, mmkay?” She waited for him to climb in the back of the car before she followed suit. “It is a nice car though.” She directed at Henry as he climbed in to the driver’s seat.

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

The whole situation was amusing to him. He looked over at the counter to see what the big fuss was about in regards to the return and couldn’t help the small laugh that pushed past his lips. “Really, Flora?” he spoke over her again, not allowing the assistant to respond to Flora’s request. “I’ll give you the money for it if it’s that big of a deal. No need to harass the employees.” His gaze shifted to the assistant who was looking like they would rather chew shards of glass than be in this situation right now. “You know soccer moms, they get bored and have to take their aggression out somewhere.”

“Yes really.” She spoke through almost gritted teeth, not entirely appreciative of his presence while she was trying to sort the whole situation out. “Why should you give me the money? You didn’t break the damn thing. It’s a matter of principle Henry, I don’t have money to burn spending it on faulty products. Are you telling me you’d be happy if you bought this and it was already broken?” Flora tried to keep her voice low as she spoke to him, wondering why she even had to explain herself in the first place. “And I’m not harassing her. I just don’t understand why I can’t just get a refund and leave.” If they hadn’t been in a public place she could’ve swung for him at his next comment. “Can you stop undermining me for at least five minutes?”

[ohmissflora]

masterthomasrichter:

“Urrghhh.” Thomas groaned softly, running a hand over his face and massaging at his temples. He was sat at the Grind, papers spread out over the small table with a half-empty coffee cup buried underneath. 

“Finley, please be careful with that.” Flora warned as her son carried his iced lemonade over towards a table in the corner of the Grind. He was passing by a table full of papers, and she was already fearing the worst. Finley stopped paying attention for a fraction of a second, and spilled a spattering of his drink on to some of the papers. 

Flora gasped and quickly approached. “I’m so sorry,” she took the drink from his hands and ushered him over to an empty table, bringing back a tissue to mop up the mess, “I hope he hasn’t ruined anything.”

[threexscharmed]

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

Leave it to Flora to channel her aggression on the kid behind the desk who was probably making just above minimum wage, if even that at all. Henry had been browsing a case of watches nearby when he had heard that familiar voice and gone over to see if the source was who he thought it was. And sure enough… there she was. He approached the counter just behind Flora, glancing around to see if any type of security was approaching. Once directly behind her, he spoke over her to the clerk behind the counter. “I think you should probably call security. This ones pretty livid.” 

Flora didn’t hear Henry approach, and almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice right over her shoulder. “Jesus Christ-” she turned to glare at him, “Henry, you’re not helping.” Turning back to the assistant, Flora shook her head. “Don’t listen to him, there’s no need for security. I just want my money back, okay?” Deep breaths were her own attempt at trying to stay calm, despite the fact she was past the point of just being annoyed. 

[ohmissflora]

Post Masquerade | Female989 & FSlave333

[ohmissflora]

lillianxwalker:

“Oh that’s definitely not a bad thing, I’m pretty sure all mothers are a bit overprotective of their sons when it comes to that. I know Brennan will make a good choice in who he cares about, but I’m not sure I’ll ever think she is good enough unless I really get to spend time with her.” she admitted. Lillian chuckled at her talking about other parents, “I barely remember dealing with parents at Brennan’s school before - well.” she stopped. “I hope I wasn’t one of the crazy ones.” she joked. She nodded as she listened to Flora, understanding how difficult it must be to decide what was best in a place like this. “It is, and I’m sure even if he stays here he’ll learn that. I imagine he will, and already has, learned a lot of kindness from you. I bet he’ll grow to be a great young man.” she assured gently.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” She laughed, certain that she’d eventually get used to the idea of Finley having someone else in his life, though she had a number of years to prepare for that, thankfully. “I can’t see you being one of the highly strung ones.” Flora shook her head with a smile. “Most of those kinds of moms have little to no sense of humour, or maybe it’s the plastic surgery that stops them from showing emotion?” She chuckled a little wickedly, knowing that she wasn’t exactly being kind about them. “Gosh, I hope so.” She sighed softly. “Out of everything in my life, that boy is my biggest achievement,” she knew Lillian would feel the same way about Brennan.

[ohmissflora]

ainesvelkov:

Aine looked up from her pass, glad it was Flora who saw her first. Flora always smiled at her even though there was no reason to, and the blonde smiled back. “Oh, I’m… Good.” She said, though a little confused. “Yes. I just got a room? But I don’t know where I am meant to go.” Aine simply appeared dazed.

“You got a- oh!” Flora gasped with delight, assuming that Aine being given a room meant that she was finally free of the House. Honestly, she was always the last to find out these things from Darla. “God, I’m so happy you’re out of there, sweetie!” She was fussing and she knew she was, but her joy was too great to contain. “What number’s on the pass? I’ll help you look for the right room if you like?”

[ohmissflora]

“No, no, no, no.” Flora wagged her finger at the assistant, already fuming because trying to get a refund in this damn store was more difficult that she’d anticipated. “You listen to me. This was faulty when I bought it. I did not break it, my son did not break it because he doesn’t even know he has it yet!” “Yes but ma-am-” “Don’t you ma’am me! It’s his birthday in two weeks and now I need to find something else to buy him. I’m not leaving this store until you give me my money back.” Flora stood firm, completely unbothered by the fact she was causing a scene. 

[ohmissflora]

ainesvelkov:

Aine stood in the elevator in the Argent Towers, squinting at all of the numbers. She had a key card to her room in one hand and a cardigan in her other, and that was it. But she was free. She was free. She’d taken too long to select which floor to go to, so the doors opened again and someone walked in. Aine blushed darkly, stepping back so they could select their floor, still having not chosen where to go.

Flora had already run a few errands that morning, and was just popping back up to her apartment to pick up some bags so that she could head back out to do her food shop. She’d made a list before leaving the apartment so she didn’t forget anything. Henry had taken Finley for the day, meaning that she didn’t have to drag the poor kid around with her while she did all the essential things. She was sure he’d be grateful for that. 

She stepped into the lift quickly, and almost didn’t recognise Aine when she glanced in her direction. “Aine, honey!” She smiled brightly, delighted to see her. “How are you?” Her attention was diverted to her and she didn’t even think about choosing her floor. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

[ohmissflora]

Life’s a Beach | Flora, Henry (& Finley)

[ohmissflora]

henrydunne:

The kid was confident in his abilities, Henry would give him that. It reminded him a lot of himself at that age and even now. The only difference was that Henry wasn’t going to be the overbearing father that his own father was. If Finley was interested in certain activities he would encourage him to pursue them, but he would never force his son to strive for perfection. That type of mentality had stressed Henry out as a kid and, although, it paid off in the end he didn’t want Finley to go through the same ordeal. 

“Listen, if you can outrun this ball faster than I can throw it, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He pressed the tip of the football against Finley’s chest so he would take it back. “Anything?! Like a surfboard?” Finley asked, looking like he just hit the lotto. Henry’s looked at Finley with a quizzical expression, his brow furrowing at the boy’s request. “What do you need a surfboard for? You’re about four feet tall. How about you grow a little and we’ll talk.” he laughed, moving off to help Flora carry some of the items they were bringing to the beach. “I’m almost as tall as mom!” Finley protested, although he was still probably a few years away from eclipsing Flora. “That’s not very hard to do.” Henry quipped, directing the comment in Flora’s direction.

As they were leaving the apartment, Henry let out a loud ‘ha’ at Flora’s comment. “If I ever buy a mini van you know I’ve been replaced by pod people.” He pulled his sunglasses from his pocket to put them back on and headed in the direction of the elevator with Finley in tow. “Yeah, I know. Your mother’s taste in things is questionable. I leased an Audi, the S7. Definitely drives faster than a mini van.” Taking playful digs at Flora was never gonna get old with him. “When we get there I think you can rent those cabanas? Those lounge chairs with the shade on them. Unless we’re going to one of the very sanitary public beaches where I’m gonna have some 400 pound guy stick his ass in my face.” He tried his best not to sound like a complete snob, but his tone gave away his disdain.

“Hey!” Flora shot a glance in Henry’s direction after his jibe about her height. “Good things come in small packages, did no one ever tell you that?” She warned him, obviously in a joking manner. Finley didn’t seem to notice the comments between the two of them, and gladly took the football back from his father as they all headed for the door.

“Uh huh. Sure.” She shrugged, pretending that she didn’t believe his protesting, all whilst wearing a smirk on her face. With the door locked, Flora followed behind them as they made for the lift. “Whoaaa you’ve got an Audi?” Finely gasped, sufficiently impressed by that at least. Flora couldn’t help rolling her eyes and the temptation to drag Henry for renting such a flash and expensive car was all too great. “You know what they say about- actually, never mind.” She decided to keep her mouth shut, only because her jibe wasn’t exactly suitable for Finley’s ears, although she was sure it would go straight over his head. Something about overcompensating... The lift doors opened and all three of them stepped inside. Finley quickly took over and punched his thumb against the ground floor button, grinning when the edges lit up as they always did. 

Flora snorted, amused by Henry’s tone. “Don’t worry. It’s a nice beach. Quiet, clean, plenty of space to sit. And we can rent a couple of lounge chairs if you want. No butts in anyone’s face.” She gently corrected his wording, at first hoping Finley wouldn’t notice, but then he started to laugh because of the fact she’d said ‘butts’. He giggled to himself before looking up at his parents. “Why would a butt be on a face? That’s not where a butt goes.” He asked, still amused by the word. 

[ohmissflora]

❧ –Maya

❧: Random affectionate headcanon

Flora often likes to pay Maya a little extra when she babysits Finley, but sometimes she doesn’t want to accept any more money. So, instead of insisting, Flora will top up the tip jar in the Grind and make sure that Maya gets it. She’s always appreciated how much she helps her out and feels that she deserves it.