Flora
Flora laughs lightly, her aqua eyes sparkling as she softly nudges Niki again with her shoulder, not wanting to upset his balance. "Absolutely, it’ll be up to you to judge. Just don’t forget who gave you the invite in the first place when Torchline wins," she teases, though the warmth in her tone is genuine. His quiet resistance to being persuaded only makes her grin widen; she likes the way he stands his ground, even if she’s mostly playing with him.
At his apology, Flora shrugs, the motion casual but her voice carrying a subtle weight. "Thanks. It’s... complicated, I guess. Enzo was—" She pauses, the words catching briefly in her throat before she pushes on, a touch softer now. "He's everything to me. I'm going to find a way to bring him back." The confession lingers in the cold air for a moment before she glances at Niki, wondering if he'd think her stupidly naive or else wildly entitled in thinking she'd be capable of doing such a thing.
His story catches her off guard, and she tilts her head, curiosity flickering across her features. "You know, I’m surprised I didn’t run into you when we were kids," Flora says, her brow furrowing thoughtfully. "Then again, Enzo and I spent a lot of time hiding out in my nonna’s cottage. Long story, but let’s just say back then one of my dads wasn’t exactly thrilled that the other one got my mom pregnant." The words are accompanied by a wry smile.
Her expression brightens again as she turns her attention back to him. "An undertaker, though? That’s not what I expected. What made you choose that? Or was it more of a 'this is what's available' kind of thing?" Her gaze sharpens, though not unkindly, as if she’s genuinely invested in understanding this quiet boy with the sharp mind and soft voice.
At his apology, Flora shrugs, the motion casual but her voice carrying a subtle weight. "Thanks. It’s... complicated, I guess. Enzo was—" She pauses, the words catching briefly in her throat before she pushes on, a touch softer now. "He's everything to me. I'm going to find a way to bring him back." The confession lingers in the cold air for a moment before she glances at Niki, wondering if he'd think her stupidly naive or else wildly entitled in thinking she'd be capable of doing such a thing.
His story catches her off guard, and she tilts her head, curiosity flickering across her features. "You know, I’m surprised I didn’t run into you when we were kids," Flora says, her brow furrowing thoughtfully. "Then again, Enzo and I spent a lot of time hiding out in my nonna’s cottage. Long story, but let’s just say back then one of my dads wasn’t exactly thrilled that the other one got my mom pregnant." The words are accompanied by a wry smile.
Her expression brightens again as she turns her attention back to him. "An undertaker, though? That’s not what I expected. What made you choose that? Or was it more of a 'this is what's available' kind of thing?" Her gaze sharpens, though not unkindly, as if she’s genuinely invested in understanding this quiet boy with the sharp mind and soft voice.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
