your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora hums softly, reaching for her drink as if it might buffer the weight of what she isn’t quite willing to show. Her bracelets clink faintly as she lifts the glass, taking a sip just long enough to organize the fragments of her ego and pull something breezy around herself like a silken wrap.
"There's no need to explain," she says, too brightly, too quickly, like it’s already old news. Her smile is light, the kind that looks effortless if you don’t know her well enough to clock the tiny edge beneath it. "You're hot, I thought you were single, and when I found myself pinned beneath you...I figured if a surprise makeout was ever gonna make sense, it was right then and there."
Setting her glass down with a soft tap, she shrugs one shoulder and adds, "But hey—if I read the moment wrong, no big deal." Her tone aims for casual, but there’s a subtle tightness in the way her fingers toy with a ring at her knuckle. She doesn't say it’s fine, because it kind of isn’t, but she makes it sound like it is anyway.
"There's no need to explain," she says, too brightly, too quickly, like it’s already old news. Her smile is light, the kind that looks effortless if you don’t know her well enough to clock the tiny edge beneath it. "You're hot, I thought you were single, and when I found myself pinned beneath you...I figured if a surprise makeout was ever gonna make sense, it was right then and there."
Setting her glass down with a soft tap, she shrugs one shoulder and adds, "But hey—if I read the moment wrong, no big deal." Her tone aims for casual, but there’s a subtle tightness in the way her fingers toy with a ring at her knuckle. She doesn't say it’s fine, because it kind of isn’t, but she makes it sound like it is anyway.
