you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora snorts softly, shaking her head. "Okay, fine. I’ll admit that not passing out at all is probably the better option," she concedes, smirking into her tea as she takes another sip. "I just really like having my hair played with." But not at the expense of Niki going unconscious. (insert kombucha girl here).
Letting the warmth of the mug seep into her fingers, the queen leans back again, stretching her legs out in front of her, her expression thoughtful but no longer quite so heavy. Niki’s hum of agreement had settled something in her, made her feel a little less ridiculous for admitting what she had, though it doesn’t last long before her curiosity gets the better of her. At the necromancer's hesitation, her lips twitch, a slow grin curling at the edges of her mouth as she watches him tip his head in consideration. "What else would I mean?" she asks leadingly, arching a brow.
Letting the warmth of the mug seep into her fingers, the queen leans back again, stretching her legs out in front of her, her expression thoughtful but no longer quite so heavy. Niki’s hum of agreement had settled something in her, made her feel a little less ridiculous for admitting what she had, though it doesn’t last long before her curiosity gets the better of her. At the necromancer's hesitation, her lips twitch, a slow grin curling at the edges of her mouth as she watches him tip his head in consideration. "What else would I mean?" she asks leadingly, arching a brow.
