we show off our different scarlet letters
Flora nearly chokes on her drink as Sohalia —sweet, darling, always-so-careful Sohalia—calls out to Koa, a wicked little grin curling on her friend's lips. Flora's mouth drops open in shock that quickly melts into utter delight. "Oh my gods," she whispers to herself, impressed laughter bubbling behind the rim of her glass. Get it, Soh.
But as her gaze flicks to Kaisel —currently busy making moon eyes at Caly, who's slouched against the bar like the evening's sweetest temptation—a tiny thorn pricks in Flora's chest. It isn't jealousy exactly, but something sharper, more tangled, if only because the queen was denied such simple fun. Of course there's a stupid, messy knot tying too many of them together, a tangle that makes everything she wants feel unnecessarily off-limits. It’s infuriating, really, that Koa’s stupidly handsome face and indecision paired with Sohalia’s soft heart had somehow end up dictating who Flora got to touch, or tease, or flirt with.
Not that Kaisel seems too bothered by all these invisible strings—what with how he's eyeing up Caly's tits like they're the ripest bits of fruit he's ever seen—though should he look her way, the Doubletake will offer him a sly wink and bounce of her eyebrows. Someone deserved to have a bit of uncomplicated fun, and whatever her feelings about it all, Flora wanted that for Assborn.
Turning only to spy Mateo being devoured by #Vesper, Flora wrinkles her nose and pivots again. "Hey,Theea," she calls out instead, pushing away the flicker of frustration and flashing a bright, playful smile. "Wanna dance?" She tips her head toward the space cleared for it, music thrumming through the floorboards, hips already swaying like the beat was hers all along. "Food and water is one way of not getting drunk, but cardio is definitely my preferred method."
But as her gaze flicks to Kaisel —currently busy making moon eyes at Caly, who's slouched against the bar like the evening's sweetest temptation—a tiny thorn pricks in Flora's chest. It isn't jealousy exactly, but something sharper, more tangled, if only because the queen was denied such simple fun. Of course there's a stupid, messy knot tying too many of them together, a tangle that makes everything she wants feel unnecessarily off-limits. It’s infuriating, really, that Koa’s stupidly handsome face and indecision paired with Sohalia’s soft heart had somehow end up dictating who Flora got to touch, or tease, or flirt with.
Not that Kaisel seems too bothered by all these invisible strings—what with how he's eyeing up Caly's tits like they're the ripest bits of fruit he's ever seen—though should he look her way, the Doubletake will offer him a sly wink and bounce of her eyebrows. Someone deserved to have a bit of uncomplicated fun, and whatever her feelings about it all, Flora wanted that for Assborn.
Turning only to spy Mateo being devoured by #Vesper, Flora wrinkles her nose and pivots again. "Hey,
