your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora sets her glass down with a soft clink, the condensation leaving a perfect little ring on the bartop she used to polish herself. The Sazerac sits forgotten for a moment as her gaze flicks toward Caly; not pitying, not dramatic, just...knowing, the way girls tend to when they hear that sort of tone. "Yeah," she murmurs, nodding, opting not to play coy about it. "He came to find me after I got attacked by Dahlia." Her tone is light but dry, as though getting nearly unspined by an alien invader was simply inconvenient. "I ended up in King’s End to rest, and like the good friend he is, he wanted to make sure I was okay." Her brows lift faintly "—you were pretty much all he talked about once he saw that I was," she adds with a smile.
Flora leans her elbows against the bar, fingers absently circling the rim of her glass. "Said he made an ass of himself at your party." She wrinkles her nose, a wry little grimace that tries to soften the edges of everything else left unspoken. "I think he feels super bad about it."
She lets that linger just long enough to mean something, but not long enough to demand anything, before catching the tail end of Caly’s glitter commentary and laughing softly. "Glitter cannons sound exactly like something Nova would weaponize."
Lifting her glass again, she takes another sip, eyes briefly closing at the warmth it coils down her spine. At Caly’s question, she exhales slowly and leans back on the stool, giving a small shrug. "Haulani’s..." She turns the glass in her hand, watching the light catch the amber swirl. "I’m settling back in. Slowly." She doesn’t offer more—won’t mention how the bar still hums under her skin, or how the corners of it feel different without her fingerprints—and instead gives Caly a small, real smile. "It makes me feel better knowing that you three are here, though."
Flora leans her elbows against the bar, fingers absently circling the rim of her glass. "Said he made an ass of himself at your party." She wrinkles her nose, a wry little grimace that tries to soften the edges of everything else left unspoken. "I think he feels super bad about it."
She lets that linger just long enough to mean something, but not long enough to demand anything, before catching the tail end of Caly’s glitter commentary and laughing softly. "Glitter cannons sound exactly like something Nova would weaponize."
Lifting her glass again, she takes another sip, eyes briefly closing at the warmth it coils down her spine. At Caly’s question, she exhales slowly and leans back on the stool, giving a small shrug. "Haulani’s..." She turns the glass in her hand, watching the light catch the amber swirl. "I’m settling back in. Slowly." She doesn’t offer more—won’t mention how the bar still hums under her skin, or how the corners of it feel different without her fingerprints—and instead gives Caly a small, real smile. "It makes me feel better knowing that you three are here, though."
