flora
Flora gasps, all pearl-clutch and theatre, her hand flying to her chest like he’s just challenged her to a duel. "Excuse you, I live for an animated sway." Animated Sway, title of Niki's sex tape.
Her grin is a sunbeam, easy and irreverent as she loops the ribbon over one of the moth clasps, fingers moving even while her attention shifts fully to Niki. When he answers about Kaisel, her brows rise in time with the slow, delighted smile that blooms across her face. "Salt and charms?" she echoes with a laugh, clearly picturing it. "That does sound like him."
Leaning over her collection, she picks through a bundle of beads, plucking one shaped like a tiny skull and holding it up between two fingers. "So he really believed you were a ghost?" she asks, though it’s half rhetorical, half gleeful. With mock innocence, she blinks wide aquamarine eyes at Niki, her voice full of oh-so-faux sincerity. "I mean, surely nothing you said or did reinforced that idea. Like, you weren’t at all being cryptic or appearing out of nowhere or, gods forbid, whispering in tongues, right?"
Her grin is a sunbeam, easy and irreverent as she loops the ribbon over one of the moth clasps, fingers moving even while her attention shifts fully to Niki. When he answers about Kaisel, her brows rise in time with the slow, delighted smile that blooms across her face. "Salt and charms?" she echoes with a laugh, clearly picturing it. "That does sound like him."
Leaning over her collection, she picks through a bundle of beads, plucking one shaped like a tiny skull and holding it up between two fingers. "So he really believed you were a ghost?" she asks, though it’s half rhetorical, half gleeful. With mock innocence, she blinks wide aquamarine eyes at Niki, her voice full of oh-so-faux sincerity. "I mean, surely nothing you said or did reinforced that idea. Like, you weren’t at all being cryptic or appearing out of nowhere or, gods forbid, whispering in tongues, right?"
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
