lay your soul onto mine
Flora watches the little drama unfold across the springs with a grin she doesn’t bother to hide, propping her chin on her hand like she’s front row at a very exclusive performance. "Bold choice," she drawls approvingly, aqua eyes glinting as Aithne luxuriates in her victory stretch. "Ten out of ten. No notes. That girl’s going to combust before the water even has a chance to boil her."
When Aithne turns that spark of mischief back on her, Flora’s smile deepens, sly and inviting. "Aithne," she repeats, tasting the name like a secret slipped between them. "Well, welcome to the ranks of the delightfully wayward, babe. World’s better with a little trouble in it."
She slides deeper into the warm water, letting it lap at her shoulders, curls darkened to molten gold. "As for ideas…" Flora hums, tapping a lazy rhythm against the surface with her fingertips. "I might be biased, but Torchline is always a good start if you're hunting for chaos. Plenty of beaches to charm people on, plenty of bars to drink them under." She shoots a wink Aithne’s way. "Though as an ancient, one of my besties owns the best little speakeasy in the Hollowed Grounds called the Dusklight."
When Aithne turns that spark of mischief back on her, Flora’s smile deepens, sly and inviting. "Aithne," she repeats, tasting the name like a secret slipped between them. "Well, welcome to the ranks of the delightfully wayward, babe. World’s better with a little trouble in it."
She slides deeper into the warm water, letting it lap at her shoulders, curls darkened to molten gold. "As for ideas…" Flora hums, tapping a lazy rhythm against the surface with her fingertips. "I might be biased, but Torchline is always a good start if you're hunting for chaos. Plenty of beaches to charm people on, plenty of bars to drink them under." She shoots a wink Aithne’s way. "Though as an ancient, one of my besties owns the best little speakeasy in the Hollowed Grounds called the Dusklight."
