[se] you're just the only what-if

flora

"More than I'd care to admit." To anyone passing by and indeed to the proprietor of the shop, the pair were having a casual conversation amidst the hustle and bustle of those prepping for Longnight. For Flora though, this felt anything but casual; every word was a lob in Iskra's direction as if their quips were some balloon each was bobbing back to the other and gods even if it was just a simple game, she found herself utterly devoted to winning.

Or at least, outlasting her partner. Not to worry, she also had far too much experience with that as well.

Beaming as the woodcutter drops down to collect the rest of his wood, Flora bites at the inside of her lip before clearing her throat loudly. "Proposing? Already?" She wonders, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raising high enough to disappear beneath her blonde fringe. "And without having even asked my name." Tutting softly under her breath, the Doubletake shakes her head, before adding Iskra's candle onto the top of his wood pile without any attempt at all to keep it balanced.

"Chivarly really is dead." She's forced to agree, huffing out a sigh long and loud enough to have a white frost cloud forming just in front of her lips.

i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!