Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora was indeed there, tucked into a booth near the back corner of the Hanged Man, looking like the living embodiment of every heartbroken girl stereotype. Gone was the queenly veneer of confidence and carefully crafted allure, replaced by the kind of raw, unapologetic devastation that left no room for masks. Her curls, usually styled to perfection, were piled into a messy bun atop her head, several stubborn strands having escaped to cling damply to her flushed cheeks. Her makeup—if she'd even bothered—was smudged, mascara creating faint trails of black down her cheekbones from recent, furious swipes to clear away tears.
She'd dressed for comfort rather than courtly appearances: an oversized sweater draped across her frame, hanging off one shoulder, her gold jewelry notably absent save for the magical rings on her fingers. In one hand, a glass of rum was held like a lifeline; in the other, she twisted a crumpled parchment, its edges softened from constant handling. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, heavy with exhaustion that went far deeper than mere lack of sleep.
Hearing Kaisel's familiar voice drift through the tavern made her glance up abruptly, her gaze snagging on him in surprise. Her breath caught for a second, shoulders stiffening briefly before relaxing again with visible effort. "Kai?" she called out, her voice raw and tinged with a brittle, uneven brightness as she attempted—and mostly failed—to conjure up a welcoming smile. What... what are you doing here?"
She'd dressed for comfort rather than courtly appearances: an oversized sweater draped across her frame, hanging off one shoulder, her gold jewelry notably absent save for the magical rings on her fingers. In one hand, a glass of rum was held like a lifeline; in the other, she twisted a crumpled parchment, its edges softened from constant handling. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, heavy with exhaustion that went far deeper than mere lack of sleep.
Hearing Kaisel's familiar voice drift through the tavern made her glance up abruptly, her gaze snagging on him in surprise. Her breath caught for a second, shoulders stiffening briefly before relaxing again with visible effort. "Kai?" she called out, her voice raw and tinged with a brittle, uneven brightness as she attempted—and mostly failed—to conjure up a welcoming smile. What... what are you doing here?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
