flora
Flora breezes through the Hanged Man with practiced ease, curls bouncing brightly over her shoulders and golden jewelry glittering defiantly in the dim lighting of her bar. Her expression brightens noticeably when she spots Deimos, even though the stoic shadow that always follows him seems particularly heavy today. She can’t blame him, honestly—between Seren’s funeral and the Family’s constant antics, everything’s been, well, a mess.
"Hey, Deimos," she greets, voice lively but laced with the tiniest hint of sympathetic exhaustion. Leaning casually against the polished bar top, she props one hand on her hip and gives him a tired smile. "So, Halo made it through LongNight, huh? That’s gotta count as a win." A small one, maybe negligible in the big scheme of things, but something, at least.
Straightening again, Flora sweeps a quick glance around the empty tavern, having kicked out all of her regulars an hour or so before. Spice sat poised by one of the windows, her frosty breath sending small cracks of ice across its surface as she continued her watch. "Can I get you something to drink while we wait for the others?"
"Hey, Deimos," she greets, voice lively but laced with the tiniest hint of sympathetic exhaustion. Leaning casually against the polished bar top, she props one hand on her hip and gives him a tired smile. "So, Halo made it through LongNight, huh? That’s gotta count as a win." A small one, maybe negligible in the big scheme of things, but something, at least.
Straightening again, Flora sweeps a quick glance around the empty tavern, having kicked out all of her regulars an hour or so before. Spice sat poised by one of the windows, her frosty breath sending small cracks of ice across its surface as she continued her watch. "Can I get you something to drink while we wait for the others?"
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
