flora
Flora snorts, entirely unbothered by towel-guy’s incoming rage-storm and Hugo’s dramatics alike. "You flatter easy," she says as she stalks forward, but her smirk undercuts the barb, something bright sparking in her aqua eyes. A few onlookers start cheering again—whether it’s for her, for the unicorn, or for the chaos is anyone’s guess.
Caden’s extended hand is met with hers without hesitation, and with a practiced grace that suggests she’s done this sort of reckless nonsense before, Flora uses the momentum of Hugo’s spin to vault up and behind the saddle, skirt hitched up just enough to keep from tangling in the mess of limbs and motion. "You'd better not make me regret this, or I'll give your address to towel-guy," she warns cheerfully, her arms looping easily around his waist.
Then she leans in just slightly, her voice purring in his ear above the growing shouts behind them. "And don’t get any ideas—I’m only letting you sweep me off my feet because I’m bored.".
Caden’s extended hand is met with hers without hesitation, and with a practiced grace that suggests she’s done this sort of reckless nonsense before, Flora uses the momentum of Hugo’s spin to vault up and behind the saddle, skirt hitched up just enough to keep from tangling in the mess of limbs and motion. "You'd better not make me regret this, or I'll give your address to towel-guy," she warns cheerfully, her arms looping easily around his waist.
Then she leans in just slightly, her voice purring in his ear above the growing shouts behind them. "And don’t get any ideas—I’m only letting you sweep me off my feet because I’m bored.".
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
