your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora grins, wry and sharp around the edges. "Careful," she teases, lifting her glass in a loose mirror of his salute. "I just might take you up on that." She pauses long enough to take a sip, aqua eyes glinting over the rim. Then, with a wrinkle of her nose—more affectionate than dismissive—she tilts her head. "Your wife sounded like a smart woman." It’s said lightly, but with enough weight to honour it, to acknowledge the loss without prying.
At the talk of friendship, though, she only shrugs, the motion loose and casual, like it costs her nothing despite how utterly fucked up nearly all of her friendships were at the moment. "Oh...you probably don't want that. Being friends with me is kind of a high-risk situation right now." Her smile thins, not quite bitter, but definitely steeped in something darker. "Dahlia’s already threatened everyone I care about if I even look at Haulani, so..." Flora sighs and leans back in her chair. "Pretty sure if you aren't willing to make out with me, that means you aren't willing to die for me either," she adds, her smile all varnish, the sparkle of which doesn't reach her eyes.
At the talk of friendship, though, she only shrugs, the motion loose and casual, like it costs her nothing despite how utterly fucked up nearly all of her friendships were at the moment. "Oh...you probably don't want that. Being friends with me is kind of a high-risk situation right now." Her smile thins, not quite bitter, but definitely steeped in something darker. "Dahlia’s already threatened everyone I care about if I even look at Haulani, so..." Flora sighs and leans back in her chair. "Pretty sure if you aren't willing to make out with me, that means you aren't willing to die for me either," she adds, her smile all varnish, the sparkle of which doesn't reach her eyes.
