yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora’s grin grows sharp and sweet at once, a candy apple with teeth. "Is that your way of telling me I look good?" she purrs, tilting her head at Nikandr like she’s giving him another angle to admire, golden curls catching the lanternlight like spun sugar on fire.
With a wink as wicked as the cut of her dress, she steers them toward the cider barrel, absolutely not searching the crowd for blue eyes or a boyishly bright voice rising above the fray. Flora selects two glasses of cider that look appropriately strong, ones floating with dark spices and little curls of citrus peel. She hands one to Niki with theatrical flair and a raised brow that dares him to protest. "Drink up, because I'm in the mood for a sway." She taps his cup with hers in a toast that needs no words and takes a sip deep enough to set her bones humming.
With a wink as wicked as the cut of her dress, she steers them toward the cider barrel, absolutely not searching the crowd for blue eyes or a boyishly bright voice rising above the fray. Flora selects two glasses of cider that look appropriately strong, ones floating with dark spices and little curls of citrus peel. She hands one to Niki with theatrical flair and a raised brow that dares him to protest. "Drink up, because I'm in the mood for a sway." She taps his cup with hers in a toast that needs no words and takes a sip deep enough to set her bones humming.
some real big things I still gotta figure out
