flora
Flora laughs, bright and unbothered, her gold needle still catching light as she works. "Oh, rude," she says, though her smile doesn’t falter for a second. "Here I was thinking I’d dazzled you, but no—turns out I’ve only just reached baseline amusement." She hums, nodding her approval as he holds up the structured hood, eyes glittering with mischief. "See? What did I tell you. It’s giving mystery. It’s giving drama. It’s giving...deeply cursed heirloom."
Still, when Niki draws into himself, sleeves tugged down, posture shrinking just a little, Flora’s gaze softens. She lets the moment settle, lets it breathe, before clicking her tongue and giving her head a slow, deliberate shake. "Now that," she murmurs, "is absolutely not true."
Laying her stitching aside, she folds one leg beneath her and levels him with a look far too warm to be pitying. "I’d happily smudge my makeup for you any day. I'd fall in love with you right now, no hesitation." Her voice is light, teasing, but laced with sincerity. Then, lips quirking, she adds slyly, "Of course...I doubt it’d be the kind of smudging you're looking for, but still."
Still, when Niki draws into himself, sleeves tugged down, posture shrinking just a little, Flora’s gaze softens. She lets the moment settle, lets it breathe, before clicking her tongue and giving her head a slow, deliberate shake. "Now that," she murmurs, "is absolutely not true."
Laying her stitching aside, she folds one leg beneath her and levels him with a look far too warm to be pitying. "I’d happily smudge my makeup for you any day. I'd fall in love with you right now, no hesitation." Her voice is light, teasing, but laced with sincerity. Then, lips quirking, she adds slyly, "Of course...I doubt it’d be the kind of smudging you're looking for, but still."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
