we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora’s laughter bubbled up, warm and light, as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass, her aqua eyes glinting with amusement. "You know," she said, tilting her head toward Danta with a smirk, "maybe you should go see Frey. Having a few more options might be fun, no?" Her grin turned sharp as she took another sip of her drink, definitely not using their easy banter as a way of delaying the fact that she'd soon be fucking him.
When Danta stepped closer, though, Flora’s breath caught just for a second—not out of nerves, exactly, but from sheer unfamiliarity. It had been months since she’d been this physically close to anyone who wasn’t Jack, and the contrast was startling in its own way. Jack’s presence was like the sea: commanding, relentless, familiar. Danta, though? Danta was all velvet edges, elfin grace, and a dangerous, playful charm that could disarm just about anyone.
She tilted her chin up slightly as he reached around her to adjust the straps, a grin tugging at her lips even as her pulse thrummed in her ears, willing herself to relax. Taking a breath, the Doubletake let her gaze flick over him, taking in the subtle differences she couldn’t help but compare. Flora cleared her throat softly, breaking herself out of the spiral her thoughts threatened to fall into. "I seem to remember trying to catch your eye before and being absolutely snubbed, so just know if you do that again, I'll absolutely stab you."
Flora took a half step back, her fingers hesitating briefly at the hem of her satin top before she pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Tan skin kissed with freckles came into view, along with the lacy black bra that curved against her breasts. The faint light in the room caught on the jagged scars that marred her shoulder and belly, and for a moment, a flicker of self-consciousness tugged at her confidence, all the moreso because Jack was the only one to have ever seen them. Straightening her spine as if to defy the unease creeping into her chest, she let the top fall to the floor, her chin tilting up slightly as she forced herself to stand unguarded beneath Danta's stare.
When Danta stepped closer, though, Flora’s breath caught just for a second—not out of nerves, exactly, but from sheer unfamiliarity. It had been months since she’d been this physically close to anyone who wasn’t Jack, and the contrast was startling in its own way. Jack’s presence was like the sea: commanding, relentless, familiar. Danta, though? Danta was all velvet edges, elfin grace, and a dangerous, playful charm that could disarm just about anyone.
She tilted her chin up slightly as he reached around her to adjust the straps, a grin tugging at her lips even as her pulse thrummed in her ears, willing herself to relax. Taking a breath, the Doubletake let her gaze flick over him, taking in the subtle differences she couldn’t help but compare. Flora cleared her throat softly, breaking herself out of the spiral her thoughts threatened to fall into. "I seem to remember trying to catch your eye before and being absolutely snubbed, so just know if you do that again, I'll absolutely stab you."
Flora took a half step back, her fingers hesitating briefly at the hem of her satin top before she pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Tan skin kissed with freckles came into view, along with the lacy black bra that curved against her breasts. The faint light in the room caught on the jagged scars that marred her shoulder and belly, and for a moment, a flicker of self-consciousness tugged at her confidence, all the moreso because Jack was the only one to have ever seen them. Straightening her spine as if to defy the unease creeping into her chest, she let the top fall to the floor, her chin tilting up slightly as she forced herself to stand unguarded beneath Danta's stare.
