lay your soul onto mine
Flora huffs, scandalized in that grand, performative way that practically demands an audience. “"You should be so lucky to ever see me without clothes on," she snips, clutching the oversized paper bag like it contains ancient scrolls instead of weaponized sugar.
With a flourish of gold bangles and self-righteous vengeance, she digs through the bag until her fingers close around something small, round, and violently red. It gleams in her palm like a cherry forged in hellfire. "The woman at the candy shop said this was the hottest thing she’s ever sold,”" she informs him sweetly, which was exactly the sort of sentence one ought to fear when spoken by someone like Flora Kaito-Taliesin.
And then she lunges.
"Open." Her fingers pinch his nose without ceremony, the other hand ready with the candy like it’s a grenade. If he resists, she has no qualms about prying his jaw open like a stubborn horse, one ringed finger worming in behind his teeth until victory is hers.
The second the candy is in his mouth, she steps back with the satisfaction of someone who just won a duel. "Your lecture lasts as long as that candy does," she says sweetly, hands on her hips, braid swinging like a metronome of doom. "Spit it out and I'll shove two back in. Nod if you understand."
With a flourish of gold bangles and self-righteous vengeance, she digs through the bag until her fingers close around something small, round, and violently red. It gleams in her palm like a cherry forged in hellfire. "The woman at the candy shop said this was the hottest thing she’s ever sold,”" she informs him sweetly, which was exactly the sort of sentence one ought to fear when spoken by someone like Flora Kaito-Taliesin.
And then she lunges.
"Open." Her fingers pinch his nose without ceremony, the other hand ready with the candy like it’s a grenade. If he resists, she has no qualms about prying his jaw open like a stubborn horse, one ringed finger worming in behind his teeth until victory is hers.
The second the candy is in his mouth, she steps back with the satisfaction of someone who just won a duel. "Your lecture lasts as long as that candy does," she says sweetly, hands on her hips, braid swinging like a metronome of doom. "Spit it out and I'll shove two back in. Nod if you understand."
