flora
Flora beams across the table at Niki like he’s just given her a bouquet of raven feathers and compliments—and honestly, he sort of has. "Ohhh my gods," she breathes, one hand lifting dramatically to her chest as if overcome. "With Kaisel still out here whispering that you’re maybe a ghost, we could absolutely let the rumours swirl. Ghost-approved cloaks. Ethereal chic. I can see the signage now: You don’t have to die to look drop-dead gorgeous." She fans herself with a spare strip of gauze, entirely too pleased with her own nonsense.
When he pulls out the crimson feathers, she nods emphatically and leans back on her hands, tilting her head to admire the contrast. "Ooh yes, that’s the drama. Subtle, like blood on snow."
As he muses about kohl and bone structure, her gaze drifts back to his face with a spark of interest. "Wait, do you mean like...actual bone outlines on your cheekbones and jaw?" she asks, clearly into it. "I love that. You’ve probably got more anatomical references than anyone in Caido." Then, with a sly smile curling at the edge of her lips, she adds, "Though, fair warning—it might get all smudged if you’re the one making out with someone."
When he pulls out the crimson feathers, she nods emphatically and leans back on her hands, tilting her head to admire the contrast. "Ooh yes, that’s the drama. Subtle, like blood on snow."
As he muses about kohl and bone structure, her gaze drifts back to his face with a spark of interest. "Wait, do you mean like...actual bone outlines on your cheekbones and jaw?" she asks, clearly into it. "I love that. You’ve probably got more anatomical references than anyone in Caido." Then, with a sly smile curling at the edge of her lips, she adds, "Though, fair warning—it might get all smudged if you’re the one making out with someone."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
