flora
Flora lets out another exaggerated groan, holding up a finger like a stern mother about to scold a particularly messy child as Kaisel lunges toward her with his shirt. "Oh my gods—no, ew," she squeals, stepping backward dramatically, nose wrinkling even as her laughter betrays her amusement. "Keep your sweaty shirt to yourself."
Still, there’s a sparkle in her eyes, delighted even as she pretends offence, and she shrugs breezily when he calls her out on her little magical assist. "Mm, guilty," she says brightly, ringed-fingers fluttering in mock innocence and also to subtly indicate where her luck had come from. "But hey, it's not cheating if I don't get caught. Or if you don't know about it. You're welcome, by the way, for not letting you die and all that."
At his playful jab, Flora rolls her eyes extravagantly. "Please. Even queens get bored, and your dumb ass was way too entertaining to pass up." Her voice turns teasingly sweet, batting her lashes at him. "And yes, yes, you were very badass—especially that part where you nearly got your arm chopped off. Ten out of ten, would bet again."
But she takes the offered arm anyway, slipping her hand neatly into the crook of his elbow, careful to keep her dress clear of any remaining blood. "Lead the way, hotshot," she says, lips curled mischievously. "Here's hoping you can hold your liquor better than you used to," Flora chuckled, nudging him softly in the ribs, mindful of the fact that he likely had bruises everywhere.
Still, there’s a sparkle in her eyes, delighted even as she pretends offence, and she shrugs breezily when he calls her out on her little magical assist. "Mm, guilty," she says brightly, ringed-fingers fluttering in mock innocence and also to subtly indicate where her luck had come from. "But hey, it's not cheating if I don't get caught. Or if you don't know about it. You're welcome, by the way, for not letting you die and all that."
At his playful jab, Flora rolls her eyes extravagantly. "Please. Even queens get bored, and your dumb ass was way too entertaining to pass up." Her voice turns teasingly sweet, batting her lashes at him. "And yes, yes, you were very badass—especially that part where you nearly got your arm chopped off. Ten out of ten, would bet again."
But she takes the offered arm anyway, slipping her hand neatly into the crook of his elbow, careful to keep her dress clear of any remaining blood. "Lead the way, hotshot," she says, lips curled mischievously. "Here's hoping you can hold your liquor better than you used to," Flora chuckled, nudging him softly in the ribs, mindful of the fact that he likely had bruises everywhere.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
