yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora spies her before the stage whisper even lands. Sohalia is a beam of moonlight stitched into silk, and Flora is moving the moment she sees her, heels doing their best as she weaves through the masquerade with far too much purpose for someone pretending they haven’t just emerged from a tryst in the trees.
"Soh, gods, look at you," she breathes as soon as she reaches her, hands fluttering dramatically as if she's about to fan herself. "You look incredible. Honestly, if you don’t get dragged into those woods before the night is out, it’ll be an insult." Her grin is warm and too full of blackberry champagne.
She loops her arm through Sohalia’s without hesitation, letting herself be tugged away from the crowd and into the gentle hush beneath the trees. It’s easier to breathe here, and Flora is grateful for the privacy even before Soh offers her the glass. "Ooh, don’t mind if I do," she hums, taking the flute and lifting it to her lips. The drink burns like truth and bad decisions and fun, and Flora’s fluttery laugh spills out of her in delight. "Mmmm, so good."
She passes the glass back and leans in conspiratorially, curls brushing Sohalia’s shoulder. "Have you seen anyone else yet? Other than, you know..." Her brows lift meaningfully above her mask, lips twitching into a crooked line.
"Soh, gods, look at you," she breathes as soon as she reaches her, hands fluttering dramatically as if she's about to fan herself. "You look incredible. Honestly, if you don’t get dragged into those woods before the night is out, it’ll be an insult." Her grin is warm and too full of blackberry champagne.
She loops her arm through Sohalia’s without hesitation, letting herself be tugged away from the crowd and into the gentle hush beneath the trees. It’s easier to breathe here, and Flora is grateful for the privacy even before Soh offers her the glass. "Ooh, don’t mind if I do," she hums, taking the flute and lifting it to her lips. The drink burns like truth and bad decisions and fun, and Flora’s fluttery laugh spills out of her in delight. "Mmmm, so good."
She passes the glass back and leans in conspiratorially, curls brushing Sohalia’s shoulder. "Have you seen anyone else yet? Other than, you know..." Her brows lift meaningfully above her mask, lips twitching into a crooked line.
some real big things I still gotta figure out
