with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora steps in like she owns the place—because honestly, even temples feel like runways if you dres right—and the echo of the door closing only seems to crown her entrance. She’s dressed in fitted jeans and a dusky rose sweater with an open back and delicate golden threading that catches the afternoon light like something enchanted. Bangles chime softly at her wrist as she slides an arm easily around Danta’s waist, giving him a quick, affectionate squeeze.
"Gods, look at you," she grins up at him, nose wrinkling with fond delight. "If I’d known we were layering now, I’d have brought my dramatic cloak." She leans into the kiss on her cheek, her curls brushing his shoulder before she pulls back just far enough to level him with a knowing, arched brow. "It’s good to see you too," she echoes warmly.
But then—weird, he says—and the queen’s ears perk like a cat catching the sound of gossip tumbling off a high shelf. "Oh?" she chirps, nudign his hip with playful insistence. "Say more."
"Gods, look at you," she grins up at him, nose wrinkling with fond delight. "If I’d known we were layering now, I’d have brought my dramatic cloak." She leans into the kiss on her cheek, her curls brushing his shoulder before she pulls back just far enough to level him with a knowing, arched brow. "It’s good to see you too," she echoes warmly.
But then—weird, he says—and the queen’s ears perk like a cat catching the sound of gossip tumbling off a high shelf. "Oh?" she chirps, nudign his hip with playful insistence. "Say more."
