you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora laughs, breath puffing out in a huff as she rises from behind the shattered rock. "Nooo, sunshine is a new one," she admits, brushing bits of lichen from her sweater. "Usually I get some kind of flower." Y'know, because of her name. She casts Callum a sidelong glance, curls loosening from their braid and catching the violet light. "But if gentleman’s off the table, then yeah—sunshine suits me about as much as that suits you."
The serpent’s body is still twitching faintly when she strides past it, the last of its void-light dimming like a dying star. With a flick of her wrist, the daggers she’d thrown twist free from the carcass and zip neatly back to her hand. She tucks them away with casual grace, already stepping lightly over coils that still steam at the edges.
Callum’s grin earns a smirk in return. "If you’re so altruistic, you can hand back the payment in your pocket," she teases, chin lifting as she crosses toward him. "You’re here as snake bait, obviously. And I have to say—" she pats his shoulder with mock approval, "you were very convincing."
The serpent’s body is still twitching faintly when she strides past it, the last of its void-light dimming like a dying star. With a flick of her wrist, the daggers she’d thrown twist free from the carcass and zip neatly back to her hand. She tucks them away with casual grace, already stepping lightly over coils that still steam at the edges.
Callum’s grin earns a smirk in return. "If you’re so altruistic, you can hand back the payment in your pocket," she teases, chin lifting as she crosses toward him. "You’re here as snake bait, obviously. And I have to say—" she pats his shoulder with mock approval, "you were very convincing."
