Flora
Flora raises her eyebrows at him, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "Oh, babe, if you think this is dramatic, you have no idea what I’m capable of," she teases, tapping a ringed finger against the table. "I’d be the most extra ghost. Haunting exclusively in silk robes, wailing in heartbreak, demanding people set out offerings of gold and chocolate to appease my spirit. And no, I won't commit myself to haunting just one type of person." She winks, tilting her head as if already plotting out her spectral reign of terror.
Hearing Niki admit he likes her too earns a warm grin, but his offhanded acceptance of always being sick makes her nose wrinkle in displeasure. "So what, it’s just another thing you’ve always had to deal with? Like your leg?" she asks, her voice softer now, laced with something between curiosity and concern. "Because I gotta say, that sounds like a pretty shit deal." And no, she doesn't say it with pity, but with the kind of honesty that suggests she fully believes the universe was being unnecessarily unfair to him, ghost or no.
Stepping up to inspect his work, Flora’s expression brightens as she takes in the bracelet properly. "Damn, Niki," she murmurs appreciatively, fingers reaching out to gently touch the braided leather, the carefully incorporated silver and mageglass. She gives his shoulder a small, approving squeeze, her rings warm against the fabric of his sweater. "You’re amazing at this." Her gaze lingers on the dangling silver accents, her lips pursing slightly in thought before she glances up at him with a sudden spark of mischief. "Do you have something I can use to etch a little flower onto one of these?" She gestures toward one of the coin-like pieces.
Hearing Niki admit he likes her too earns a warm grin, but his offhanded acceptance of always being sick makes her nose wrinkle in displeasure. "So what, it’s just another thing you’ve always had to deal with? Like your leg?" she asks, her voice softer now, laced with something between curiosity and concern. "Because I gotta say, that sounds like a pretty shit deal." And no, she doesn't say it with pity, but with the kind of honesty that suggests she fully believes the universe was being unnecessarily unfair to him, ghost or no.
Stepping up to inspect his work, Flora’s expression brightens as she takes in the bracelet properly. "Damn, Niki," she murmurs appreciatively, fingers reaching out to gently touch the braided leather, the carefully incorporated silver and mageglass. She gives his shoulder a small, approving squeeze, her rings warm against the fabric of his sweater. "You’re amazing at this." Her gaze lingers on the dangling silver accents, her lips pursing slightly in thought before she glances up at him with a sudden spark of mischief. "Do you have something I can use to etch a little flower onto one of these?" She gestures toward one of the coin-like pieces.
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
