with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora pivots in a swift half-circle, daggers flashing moon-bright as she tracks the voice. For the briefest moment Liam’s outline wavers—a ghost-shadow of spiralling void threads curls around his shoulders, as though some inky creature is trying to wear him like a cloak. Her pulse thuds once, hard, before memory reminds her what infection does to the eye that has already stared into that darkness.
Spice wheels overhead, a ribbon of white frost swirling down in cautious welcome while Flora forces the tension from her grip. "Hey," she answers, the word clipped at the edges though she smooths it with a crooked smile. Lifting her hand, she recalls her dagger into her palm.
"I’m fine—had a little brush with Dahlia." Her shrug is almost careless; only the subtle hitch of her shoulder betrays the truth of how close that came to ending her. "No biggie." She flicks stray bark from the dagger’s edge, glancing him up and down with an amused tilt of her head. "You, though? You’ve certainly looked better. Something about you screams ‘void-chic’ this season." The tease softens the wary set of her gaze even as she keeps that faint, swirling distortion in the corner of her vision, ready to split the distance between them if darkness moves.
Spice wheels overhead, a ribbon of white frost swirling down in cautious welcome while Flora forces the tension from her grip. "Hey," she answers, the word clipped at the edges though she smooths it with a crooked smile. Lifting her hand, she recalls her dagger into her palm.
"I’m fine—had a little brush with Dahlia." Her shrug is almost careless; only the subtle hitch of her shoulder betrays the truth of how close that came to ending her. "No biggie." She flicks stray bark from the dagger’s edge, glancing him up and down with an amused tilt of her head. "You, though? You’ve certainly looked better. Something about you screams ‘void-chic’ this season." The tease softens the wary set of her gaze even as she keeps that faint, swirling distortion in the corner of her vision, ready to split the distance between them if darkness moves.
