florence starters || accepting ⤷ @longliivetheking said “ -- come on, is this what you want ? ”
she doesn’t know exactly, the question burning molten motion in her mind. he might have called her the civilized one, the cultured one, the less likely to be a fucking bandit one -- all of those things blessed compliments upon a girl that casted the crown of godhood to the dust. shamed, but not defeated in the wake of sweeter torment. she’s more than her bones, more than her powers -- she is the indefinable and unconquerable galaxy.
“ -- why do you care if it is ? ” she barks a question back at him, fingers holding pistol taut. there’s no immediate danger ; she be dead if he wanted it , if he willed it. surely one man she could handle, a small battalion even, but what could drum up through the snap of fingertips soaked with tears of the masses ? probably not. “ it’s not every day that someone who tried to butcher me asks what i think . ” the soot from the explosion still lingers beneath her nails, charred remnants of a betrayal she should have seen coming. too much interest, too fond of the exploration of her own heritage to think of the consequences that fumbled beneath the surface. sloppy fucking work, if she was being honest.
