flora
Flora snorted, breathless with effort and delight alike, one hand propped on her hip while the other fluttered dramatically in mock scandal. "So pretending to flirt with you is off the table, but elbowing you in the face is totally fine?" Her grin sharpened, eyes glittering with heat and humour. "Gods, I can only imagine what your preferences are in the bedroom. Some poor girl goes to kiss you and you’re like—no, babe, uppercut me instead."
Laughing, she gave a little wave of her hand. "We’ll mime it so that I don't break your nose."
Straightening her posture and shaking the hair from her eyes, Flora took a step back and rolled her shoulders loose again, prepping not for the act this time, but for the explanation of it. "Alright, here we go," she said with a flourish, then immediately fell into the rhythm of narration, her voice pitching into the breathy cadence of faux-innocence.
"Oh no, here I am, stumbling across the party in heels I definitely can’t handle..." She twirled a little dramatically before catching herself on her foot, pausing for emphasis. "Oops—sorry, Pierce, I just accidentally stepped on your foot. Whoopsie-daisy!"
Waggling her brows at him, she waited for Zavien to play along and curl protectively forward. The moment he did, Flora stepped in close, curling her arms smoothly around the back of his neck—not unlike a dancer leading her partner—and lifted one knee up in a controlled motion. She didn’t touch him, of course, just hovered in that dramatic closeness, enough to suggest it her knee going straight into his face.
"And boom," she said sweetly, one arm still looped around him while she raised an eyebrow. Instant nosebreaker. The crowd goes wild."
Laughing, she gave a little wave of her hand. "We’ll mime it so that I don't break your nose."
Straightening her posture and shaking the hair from her eyes, Flora took a step back and rolled her shoulders loose again, prepping not for the act this time, but for the explanation of it. "Alright, here we go," she said with a flourish, then immediately fell into the rhythm of narration, her voice pitching into the breathy cadence of faux-innocence.
"Oh no, here I am, stumbling across the party in heels I definitely can’t handle..." She twirled a little dramatically before catching herself on her foot, pausing for emphasis. "Oops—sorry, Pierce, I just accidentally stepped on your foot. Whoopsie-daisy!"
Waggling her brows at him, she waited for Zavien to play along and curl protectively forward. The moment he did, Flora stepped in close, curling her arms smoothly around the back of his neck—not unlike a dancer leading her partner—and lifted one knee up in a controlled motion. She didn’t touch him, of course, just hovered in that dramatic closeness, enough to suggest it her knee going straight into his face.
"And boom," she said sweetly, one arm still looped around him while she raised an eyebrow. Instant nosebreaker. The crowd goes wild."
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