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flora

Flora flashes him a wink, sweet as a stolen kiss and twice as unserious. "Oh, babe. Just assume I’m always flirting with you." Her grin is all sunshine and shimmer, but the glint in her eye is fond, not sharp—teasing, but never cruel.

She props her chin in her hand as she watches him work, lashes fluttering like she's observing something far more decadent than careful shading. "Look at you," she murmurs, mock-awed. "Turning vanilla into vertebrae." His mask, simple but effective, takes shape with each stroke, and Flora—ever the connoisseur of flair—nods her approval. It's giving OG AHS

At his concern, though, she sits up straighter, brows lifting. "Oh, definitely be concerned," she says gravely, though the sparkle in her tone gives her away. "Masquerades are chaos, full of sweat and secrets as if masks remove all inhibitions and consequences—doesn’t take much to melt your face off, metaphorically or otherwise." She leans in just enough to be conspiratorial. "Even if you’re not planning on doing anything... someone else will be, and the heat from all that intention? Whew." She fans herself with a scrap of fabric, then grins. "At the very least, your cheekbones are gonna glisten, so yeah lets make sure we bring extra makeup for touchups."

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!