flora
Flora didn’t hesitate. Her hand slipped to the small of Sohalia’s back, guiding her toward the door at the back of the Hanged Man. "Come on," she said softly, the teasing edge gone from her voice. She could see the weariness clinging to her friend like a second skin, the weight of whatever had happened in Halo etched in every line of Sohalia’s face.
Pulling a key from her pocket, Flora unlocked the door with a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure no one else was watching. She pushed it open and ushered Soh inside, stepping in behind her and locking the door once more. "This’ll do," she murmured, gesturing to the Thieves Guild’s interior with a sweep of her hand.
The room smelled faintly of leather, salt, and the faint tang of something floral—likely the charm of those decorative but deadly plants that adorned the walls. Warm light from the secondary bar flickered over the worn terracotta floors, and the soft murmur of the discreet canal at the back gave the space an almost serene undercurrent. The couches looked inviting, and Flora led Soh to one, her aqua eyes scanning her friend again with unrelenting concern.
"Don’t worry—no one’s gonna bother us here." Flora said, sitting down beside Soh, her voice low and warm. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her fingers laced together as she fixed her friend with a steady gaze. "Now," she began, her tone soft but insistent, "what happened out there? You don’t have to give me all the details if you’re not ready, but..." She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she added, "I just want to make sure you’re okay, Soh. Really okay." Flora knew what it was both to fight the void and die from it, so if anyone would understand what it had been like to be out in the Tundra, Flora thought she was as good a candidate as any, all the moreso given that both queens had now been specifically targeted by the Family.
Pulling a key from her pocket, Flora unlocked the door with a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure no one else was watching. She pushed it open and ushered Soh inside, stepping in behind her and locking the door once more. "This’ll do," she murmured, gesturing to the Thieves Guild’s interior with a sweep of her hand.
The room smelled faintly of leather, salt, and the faint tang of something floral—likely the charm of those decorative but deadly plants that adorned the walls. Warm light from the secondary bar flickered over the worn terracotta floors, and the soft murmur of the discreet canal at the back gave the space an almost serene undercurrent. The couches looked inviting, and Flora led Soh to one, her aqua eyes scanning her friend again with unrelenting concern.
"Don’t worry—no one’s gonna bother us here." Flora said, sitting down beside Soh, her voice low and warm. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her fingers laced together as she fixed her friend with a steady gaze. "Now," she began, her tone soft but insistent, "what happened out there? You don’t have to give me all the details if you’re not ready, but..." She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she added, "I just want to make sure you’re okay, Soh. Really okay." Flora knew what it was both to fight the void and die from it, so if anyone would understand what it had been like to be out in the Tundra, Flora thought she was as good a candidate as any, all the moreso given that both queens had now been specifically targeted by the Family.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
