yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora’s brows lift in mirrored surprise, the expression tilting into something warmer when the pieces slot together. "Gods, your first ride into Torchline was on the Ark?" she says, the words carrying that mix of disbelief and sympathy usually reserved for someone who’s been caught in an unexpected storm. Her lips twitch, though, because Theea clearly survived it with her sense of humour intact, which only makes Flora like her more. "I should probably apologise on behalf of the whole region for that being your welcome tour, but hey—if you can handle Jack’s crew, you can handle anything."
The laugh that follows is bright and unrestrained, spilling out before she can stop it when Theea connects the dots back to their first meeting. "Yeeeeah," she admits with a grin, drawing the word out just enough to make it both confirmation and confession. Normally the admission might taste bitter, but right now—still flushed from her latest escapade—her mouth curves in a small, secret smile that’s impossible to hide. She tips her head slightly, as if to shake it off, curls brushing her bare shoulders. "We’re...on good terms now," she adds, the understatement heavy with more than she’s willing to unpack in the middle of a masquerade.
Her cousin’s joking question earns a slow, feline grin, and she gives her head a small shake, the gold of her earrings catching the lamplight. "Traitor? Gods, no. If you ever need to be sworn enemies with someone on my behalf, I’ll make it painfully clear." She tips Theea a conspiratorial wink, letting the moment stretch long enough to make the mock-seriousness of her promise land.
The laugh that follows is bright and unrestrained, spilling out before she can stop it when Theea connects the dots back to their first meeting. "Yeeeeah," she admits with a grin, drawing the word out just enough to make it both confirmation and confession. Normally the admission might taste bitter, but right now—still flushed from her latest escapade—her mouth curves in a small, secret smile that’s impossible to hide. She tips her head slightly, as if to shake it off, curls brushing her bare shoulders. "We’re...on good terms now," she adds, the understatement heavy with more than she’s willing to unpack in the middle of a masquerade.
Her cousin’s joking question earns a slow, feline grin, and she gives her head a small shake, the gold of her earrings catching the lamplight. "Traitor? Gods, no. If you ever need to be sworn enemies with someone on my behalf, I’ll make it painfully clear." She tips Theea a conspiratorial wink, letting the moment stretch long enough to make the mock-seriousness of her promise land.
some real big things I still gotta figure out
