lay your soul onto mine
Flora laughs, delighted by the wink and the entirely accurate accusation. "Dagger-slinging legend in disguise," she repeats with a hand over her heart, feigning a swoon. "Please,, you’re going to ruin my whole mysterious vigilante aesthetic."
With a quick flourish, she stashes the daggers back into their sheaths, the movements casual but precise, like muscle memory etched from years of needing to be dangerous without looking it. She brushes her hands on her coat, snowflakes catching on her curls and melting just as fast. "You did great, seriously. Not just the shoulder shot—your instincts are solid. We’ll work on lethal placement another time."
She tips her head toward the path they’d taken in, already softening under a fresh dusting of snow. "Come on, let’s head back before our fingers freeze off. I’ll even spring for hot chocolate—extra marshmallows, obviously. Queen’s orders."
And with a grin that’s all sunshine and sharpness, Flora turns, the shimmer of her rings catching the light as she gestures for Elizabeth to follow.
~FIN
With a quick flourish, she stashes the daggers back into their sheaths, the movements casual but precise, like muscle memory etched from years of needing to be dangerous without looking it. She brushes her hands on her coat, snowflakes catching on her curls and melting just as fast. "You did great, seriously. Not just the shoulder shot—your instincts are solid. We’ll work on lethal placement another time."
She tips her head toward the path they’d taken in, already softening under a fresh dusting of snow. "Come on, let’s head back before our fingers freeze off. I’ll even spring for hot chocolate—extra marshmallows, obviously. Queen’s orders."
And with a grin that’s all sunshine and sharpness, Flora turns, the shimmer of her rings catching the light as she gestures for Elizabeth to follow.
~FIN
