lay your soul onto mine
Flora’s grin only widened at the conspiratorial glint in Aithne’s eyes. Gods, but she loved this girl already—bold, beautiful, with just enough bite behind the charm to be dangerous in all the best ways. "Have fun," she purred. "And when you get to the Grounds, definitely look up a guy named Danta. Blonde hair, ridiculous smile, kind of looks like he should be in a whiskey ad? He owns the Dusklight. Tell him I sent you and that it’s your first time—he’ll roll out the red carpet."
She winked, then sank deeper into the spring with a satisfied sigh, steam curling around her like silk. "And don’t worry, babe. You ever want to light Torchline on fire—figuratively or otherwise—just say the word. I’ll be waiting."
~FIN
She winked, then sank deeper into the spring with a satisfied sigh, steam curling around her like silk. "And don’t worry, babe. You ever want to light Torchline on fire—figuratively or otherwise—just say the word. I’ll be waiting."
~FIN
