flora
Flora nods along to Zavien’s advice, soaking it in like sunlight, though the way her eyes sparkle says she’s cataloguing it for more than just strategy. "Face, gut, kidneys, groin. Got it. The holy quadrinity." She grins, fingers flexing at her sides. "Don’t worry, I’ll try not to go for the crown jewels." But then her mouth twitches, expression turning sly as she eyes him up like a particularly juicy target. "Just so we’re clear," she hums, starting to casually circle him, "this is strictly because of what I’d do to Pierce." She mentions it because she's faiiiiiirly certain that Zavien isn't single and gods knew she had enough tangled relationships with other dragoons at the moment. Her lashes bat innocently, though there’s not a single innocent thought in her head. "So this is a hundred percent hypothetical."
She moves closer with the swaying grace of someone who’s absolutely about to cause problems. "Gods, what big muscles you have," she purrs, fingers brushing his shoulder with light, teasing contact as she drifts behind him like smoke. "You sure you’re not flexing for me?" Her voice stays low and syrupy, her hand trailing lazily down the curve of his tricep as she lazily winds her way behind Zavien, pressing her shoulder softly against his side like a cat wanting affection.
Then, there's a sudden twist of her hips, all her momentum thrown into a tight, practiced punch aimed straight for his kidney. No preamble. No pause. Just a sharp exhale through her nose like he'd taught her before, and the crack of her knuckles against muscle, hoping her flirty misdirection bought her just enough time to land it before Zavien’s reflexes kicked in.
Because if there was one thing Flora excelled at, it was looking harmless right before she did something deeply unfair.
She moves closer with the swaying grace of someone who’s absolutely about to cause problems. "Gods, what big muscles you have," she purrs, fingers brushing his shoulder with light, teasing contact as she drifts behind him like smoke. "You sure you’re not flexing for me?" Her voice stays low and syrupy, her hand trailing lazily down the curve of his tricep as she lazily winds her way behind Zavien, pressing her shoulder softly against his side like a cat wanting affection.
Then, there's a sudden twist of her hips, all her momentum thrown into a tight, practiced punch aimed straight for his kidney. No preamble. No pause. Just a sharp exhale through her nose like he'd taught her before, and the crack of her knuckles against muscle, hoping her flirty misdirection bought her just enough time to land it before Zavien’s reflexes kicked in.
Because if there was one thing Flora excelled at, it was looking harmless right before she did something deeply unfair.
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
