karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
"Ooooohhh, chocolates?" Flora’s voice rises in delighted disbelief as she circles, invisible once more, the gold of her ring catching one last sunbeam before she disappears. Her grin is audible even if she isn’t, each word laced with laughter and mischief. "Can I be your official taste tester? We can sort them by romantic severity—y’know, sugar-dusted apology truffle for stepping on someone’s toes, dark cherry betrayal ganache for cheating, crushed espresso bark for ghosting someone and pretending it was an act of kindness…"
There’s a pause—musical, teasing, just long enough for Hadama to wonder where she’s gone—before her voice hums back in again, a soft melody twining through the palms like a heatwave shimmer. "Mmhmhmhmmm…" It’s not quite a song, but there’s a rhythm to it, just enough to help him with vaguely identifying where she was.
Then—thwick!—a feathered dagger slices through the air and lands sharp in the sand just beside his foot. It sticks upright, a delicate little flourish of deadly poise, poison-glass sheen glinting blue-green in the sunlight.
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There’s a pause—musical, teasing, just long enough for Hadama to wonder where she’s gone—before her voice hums back in again, a soft melody twining through the palms like a heatwave shimmer. "Mmhmhmhmmm…" It’s not quite a song, but there’s a rhythm to it, just enough to help him with vaguely identifying where she was.
Then—thwick!—a feathered dagger slices through the air and lands sharp in the sand just beside his foot. It sticks upright, a delicate little flourish of deadly poise, poison-glass sheen glinting blue-green in the sunlight.
1/4
