we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora’s grin widened as Danta emerged from the shadows of the Dusklight, effortlessly charming in that way only he could pull off. Midnight blue and leather—gods, did he always have to look like trouble incarnate? She didn’t miss the appreciative glances from other patrons as he leaned against the bar, and she was more than happy to bask in the glow of their shared spotlight. When he kissed her hand, Flora chuckled, the sound warm and easy. "Oh you," she teased, tilting her head and letting her curls fall artfully over one shoulder.
"The Dusklight special," she declared with a playful flourish, tapping a golden-ringed finger against the bar. "I’ve had enough of Torchline’s finest. Impress me."
Grinning, Flora slid her hand into the folds of her coat and withdrew a small, folded piece of paper. Its edge bore the faint insignia of her thieves' guild, a subtle but unmistakable mark for those who knew how to look. She placed it on the bar and gave it a casual flick with her finger, sending it sliding toward him with practiced ease. "No rush," she said smoothly, leaning her chin into her hand. "But when you’ve got a moment…" Her voice dipped into something softer, slyer, as her gaze flicked toward him. "I thought maybe you and Asta could have some fun with this?" Her smile was the picture of innocence, but her eyes were alive with mischief. The paper detailed the movements of a certain hybrid who was known to have a certain necklace made of mageglass. While he was known to frequent Halo, that didn't mean there weren't hunting grounds that he seemed to favour in regions that would be a good deal more hospital for the Ancients.
"The Dusklight special," she declared with a playful flourish, tapping a golden-ringed finger against the bar. "I’ve had enough of Torchline’s finest. Impress me."
Grinning, Flora slid her hand into the folds of her coat and withdrew a small, folded piece of paper. Its edge bore the faint insignia of her thieves' guild, a subtle but unmistakable mark for those who knew how to look. She placed it on the bar and gave it a casual flick with her finger, sending it sliding toward him with practiced ease. "No rush," she said smoothly, leaning her chin into her hand. "But when you’ve got a moment…" Her voice dipped into something softer, slyer, as her gaze flicked toward him. "I thought maybe you and Asta could have some fun with this?" Her smile was the picture of innocence, but her eyes were alive with mischief. The paper detailed the movements of a certain hybrid who was known to have a certain necklace made of mageglass. While he was known to frequent Halo, that didn't mean there weren't hunting grounds that he seemed to favour in regions that would be a good deal more hospital for the Ancients.
