with each love i cut loose i was never the same
"Invasive species, huh." Flora repeats, blinking once before grinning like she knows exactly what he means, even if he hadn’t said it. "Sounds like light reading." There’s a glimmer of mischief as she peers up at him, fingers still delicately arranging one of the constellation charts he’d returned.
But despite the smirk, there’s an edge of understanding in her voice that says she’s not really making fun. Maybe just trying to soften something sharp with a joke, like she so often does. Her gaze flicks to the cover of the book he’d gestured to, wrinkling her nose.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear before adding, more genuinely this time, "Also sounds like a pretty intense thing to be reading, err...uphere." Then, as if catching herself saying something that might possibly give away their doublespeak, she flashes Finn a sheepish grin. "I just mean you seem like the type of person to collect birds or fly kites or something."
But despite the smirk, there’s an edge of understanding in her voice that says she’s not really making fun. Maybe just trying to soften something sharp with a joke, like she so often does. Her gaze flicks to the cover of the book he’d gestured to, wrinkling her nose.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear before adding, more genuinely this time, "Also sounds like a pretty intense thing to be reading, err...uphere." Then, as if catching herself saying something that might possibly give away their doublespeak, she flashes Finn a sheepish grin. "I just mean you seem like the type of person to collect birds or fly kites or something."
