lay your soul onto mine
Flora's laughter bubbles up, bright and unrestrained, filling the steamy air of Frey's Breath as she clings to Hadama. Her embrace tightens, a physical manifestation of her relief and returning vibrancy, her entire being practically radiating with the joy of her liberation. "Don't be furious. You'll give yourself wrinkles," she teases, her voice tinged with mirth and affection as she gives him an extra firm squeeze, dismissing the seriousness of his words with the ease of someone who has just had a great weight lifted from her shoulders. "You can shake me all you like, Hadama. That, I probably do deserve," she adds, her grin palpable in her tone.
Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, her hands remain looped around his neck, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his muscles. Her eyes sparkle with the mischievous light that had been dimmed during her infection but has returned tenfold. "But Hadama, we did it. We can finally protect Torchline properly. Maybe not from Vox, but from Dahlia, Dorian, Pierce—none of them can just waltz onto our shores now." In Flora's mind, if not in anyone else's, that was well worth the risk and the years shaved off of Hadama's life for having to cure her.
Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, her hands remain looped around his neck, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his muscles. Her eyes sparkle with the mischievous light that had been dimmed during her infection but has returned tenfold. "But Hadama, we did it. We can finally protect Torchline properly. Maybe not from Vox, but from Dahlia, Dorian, Pierce—none of them can just waltz onto our shores now." In Flora's mind, if not in anyone else's, that was well worth the risk and the years shaved off of Hadama's life for having to cure her.
