Flora
"Mmm," Flora hums, her gaze drifting instinctively toward the bright slice of sky beyond the window, as if a glimmering tail might break through the clouds just for them again. The moment stays quiet between them—not heavy, not bitter, just...still. Like a boat rocking in a gentle tide.
At his grunted reply about the hair, her lips curl—not quite a smirk, not quite sweet. Something in between, shaded by memory and everything unspoken between them. She leans back in her seat, twisting her smoothie cup idly between her fingers before speaking. "There’s a bench just off the path we took to get here. I could cut it for you."
Then she glances at him, eyes glinting just a little brighter. "I mean, that’s if you still trust me with a blade near your throat," she teases, her grin blooming despite the lingering expectation that this show of civility between them will blow up at any moment.
At his grunted reply about the hair, her lips curl—not quite a smirk, not quite sweet. Something in between, shaded by memory and everything unspoken between them. She leans back in her seat, twisting her smoothie cup idly between her fingers before speaking. "There’s a bench just off the path we took to get here. I could cut it for you."
Then she glances at him, eyes glinting just a little brighter. "I mean, that’s if you still trust me with a blade near your throat," she teases, her grin blooming despite the lingering expectation that this show of civility between them will blow up at any moment.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
