marked me like a bloodstain
Flora chuckles softly, shaking her head even as she steps gratefully into the Flood's embrace, taking comfort from the familiar warmth. When she leans back to meet his gaze again, the unsettling glimpses of warped void shadows flicker and ripple unsettlingly across his features, making her scrunch her nose playfully, even if the expression doesn’t entirely hide her discomfort.
"Honestly, right now you're not even a pretty face," she teases lightly, though there's a brittle edge to her humour as she pointedly looks away from the unsettling distortions lingering over his skin. Flora gives herself a slight shake, exhaling sharply to dispel the lingering shadows from her mind before managing a small, determined smile.
"But a drink would be amazing," she agrees eagerly, looping her arm through his to steer them toward the warmth inside, clearly eager to leave behind the chill—and the ghosts of their shared infection—that cling to them both.
"Honestly, right now you're not even a pretty face," she teases lightly, though there's a brittle edge to her humour as she pointedly looks away from the unsettling distortions lingering over his skin. Flora gives herself a slight shake, exhaling sharply to dispel the lingering shadows from her mind before managing a small, determined smile.
"But a drink would be amazing," she agrees eagerly, looping her arm through his to steer them toward the warmth inside, clearly eager to leave behind the chill—and the ghosts of their shared infection—that cling to them both.
