flora
Flora grins up at him, entirely unbothered by the sharp flash of the cane, barely flinching even as it aims briefly at her stomach where once such a blade had pierced all the way through. If anything, it only deepens her smile, something breezy and unconcerned tugging at her lips. "Careful," she teases lightly, eyes glinting playfully as she smooths a hand down the front of his chest—quickly, gently, almost like soothing an animal. "You might hurt someone pointing that thing around. I mean, I know that’s kind of the point, but—"
She trails off with an easy laugh, letting herself melt a little more comfortably into his side as his arm slips around her shoulders. If she notices the careful edge to his smile, she doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, Flora tilts her head thoughtfully, curls loose and tousled in a way that doesn't quite match the usual meticulous perfection she normally maintained. Today there's something just a little off—her dress slightly rumpled, her jewelry less carefully arranged, her movements languid and careless rather than sharp and deliberate.
"Do you normally know where I'll be and when..?" Her smile widens subtly, eyes bright as she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Should I have let you know in advance, or..?"
She trails off with an easy laugh, letting herself melt a little more comfortably into his side as his arm slips around her shoulders. If she notices the careful edge to his smile, she doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, Flora tilts her head thoughtfully, curls loose and tousled in a way that doesn't quite match the usual meticulous perfection she normally maintained. Today there's something just a little off—her dress slightly rumpled, her jewelry less carefully arranged, her movements languid and careless rather than sharp and deliberate.
"Do you normally know where I'll be and when..?" Her smile widens subtly, eyes bright as she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Should I have let you know in advance, or..?"
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
