flora
As soon as Sohalia appears in the doorway, Flora straightens as much as her battered body will allow, one hand bracing against the table, the other fluttering instinctively to smooth the oversized shirtdress where it slips too low off one shoulder. Her smile rises like sunlight behind clouds—warm, if a little dimmed at the edges—but it’s real, and it’s all for Soh.
She reaches for her friend’s hand the moment it’s offered, her fingers curling around Sohalia’s with something too gentle to be desperation but far too tight to be casual. Her thumb brushes a slow line across the Luminary’s knuckles, and she doesn’t let go. "I’m just sticking with water," she murmurs, voice soft but steady. "Apparently alcohol will fuck up the stuff I'm taking to help me sleep, soooooooooo." There’s a flicker of humour behind her eyes, faint but familiar, and her shoulders drop a little as she exhales. "It’s really good to see you," she adds, the words unadorned but rich with emotion, as if Sohalia’s presence alone tethers her more firmly to the world. "Thanks for coming."
She reaches for her friend’s hand the moment it’s offered, her fingers curling around Sohalia’s with something too gentle to be desperation but far too tight to be casual. Her thumb brushes a slow line across the Luminary’s knuckles, and she doesn’t let go. "I’m just sticking with water," she murmurs, voice soft but steady. "Apparently alcohol will fuck up the stuff I'm taking to help me sleep, soooooooooo." There’s a flicker of humour behind her eyes, faint but familiar, and her shoulders drop a little as she exhales. "It’s really good to see you," she adds, the words unadorned but rich with emotion, as if Sohalia’s presence alone tethers her more firmly to the world. "Thanks for coming."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
