flora
Indulging Dahlia immediately, Flora refills the Reaper's glass before topping up her own as well. "There's more, so please." She says nodding toward the rapidly emptying bottle. Next in line? How horrifyingly vague. "Ah, well. That's that, then." Lifting the glass to her lips, Flora shrugged her appreciation just the same.
"Mmm, a fyrhund in the Climb." Flora confirms, swirling her wine in her glass. The ring on her finger hadn't pulsed with heat to indicate the Reaper was lying, but nor had Dahlia confirmed the information that the queen was fishing for, not that she was surprised.
"Is that so?" The Doubletake wonders, grinning. "So if I wake up tomorrow morning and decide I'd like to change...do I just say your name three times in my mirror?"
"Mmm, a fyrhund in the Climb." Flora confirms, swirling her wine in her glass. The ring on her finger hadn't pulsed with heat to indicate the Reaper was lying, but nor had Dahlia confirmed the information that the queen was fishing for, not that she was surprised.
"Is that so?" The Doubletake wonders, grinning. "So if I wake up tomorrow morning and decide I'd like to change...do I just say your name three times in my mirror?"
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
