flora
"Ohhh," Flora breathes, her voice still lilting and unseen. "Menacing and sentimental? Be still my little heart." There's a flutter of air where her grin would be, audible only in the subtle shift of her tone as she tucks the image of a crow and a wolf skull together like some romantic horror story she’d absolutely pay to read. Or wear, depending on the occasion.
At his comment about ruining her outfit, Flora lets out a delighted giggle—wicked and indulgent, despite the fact that nothing visible confirms her presence. Then she moves, invisible no longer in proximity, the faintest shimmer of magic brushing the air as her arms slip around him from the front and her weight melts against his chest. "Gods, you're warm," she murmurs with a sigh, voice muffled into his collarbone as her arms hook tight around his ribs.
Only once her cheek rests contentedly against him does she tip her head just enough to mutter, teasing, "Did you and Danta get yourselves a new toy, then? Or was this work related?" Her fingers tap lightly near the fresh scar, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show she'd noticed—even if her gaze had lingered longer than it ought to on the rest of him along the way.
At his comment about ruining her outfit, Flora lets out a delighted giggle—wicked and indulgent, despite the fact that nothing visible confirms her presence. Then she moves, invisible no longer in proximity, the faintest shimmer of magic brushing the air as her arms slip around him from the front and her weight melts against his chest. "Gods, you're warm," she murmurs with a sigh, voice muffled into his collarbone as her arms hook tight around his ribs.
Only once her cheek rests contentedly against him does she tip her head just enough to mutter, teasing, "Did you and Danta get yourselves a new toy, then? Or was this work related?" Her fingers tap lightly near the fresh scar, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show she'd noticed—even if her gaze had lingered longer than it ought to on the rest of him along the way.
I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
