with each love i cut loose i was never the same
"Gods, even the way you say that sounds suspiciously academic." But she doesn’t press, especially not when he returns with the last of the wayward charts. "Thanks," she adds more genuinely, smoothing one corner before stacking it with the others.
When he mentions not caging birds, her brow lifts—not in challenge, but in mild surprise. "Yeah, that's fair," she says softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. There’s no joke here, no glimmering metaphor. Just a quiet little note of consideration, like maybe she hadn’t expected that answer, but liked it anyway. As for the kite-flying? Flora’s smile blooms again. "Okay, fair. Sounds like a great way to get smited by lightning." She shifts to sit a bit straighter as he collects his book, her eyes flicking briefly to the title before glancing back up at him.
When he mentions music, though, the surprise returns—warmer this time. "Wait, really?" she asks, clearly delighted. "You should come and play at my—" bar sometime, she was going to say, only she didn't have a bar to play at anymore. Quickly clearing her throat, Flora shakes her head breezily. "I mean, where do you play? I'd love to come and listen."
When he mentions not caging birds, her brow lifts—not in challenge, but in mild surprise. "Yeah, that's fair," she says softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. There’s no joke here, no glimmering metaphor. Just a quiet little note of consideration, like maybe she hadn’t expected that answer, but liked it anyway. As for the kite-flying? Flora’s smile blooms again. "Okay, fair. Sounds like a great way to get smited by lightning." She shifts to sit a bit straighter as he collects his book, her eyes flicking briefly to the title before glancing back up at him.
When he mentions music, though, the surprise returns—warmer this time. "Wait, really?" she asks, clearly delighted. "You should come and play at my—" bar sometime, she was going to say, only she didn't have a bar to play at anymore. Quickly clearing her throat, Flora shakes her head breezily. "I mean, where do you play? I'd love to come and listen."
