Flora
Flora scrunches her nose, huffing out the kind of breath that concedes the point without surrendering entirely. "Fiiiiiiiiine," she says, dragging it out just long enough to make it petty, "what I meant was everyone always thought I was the only dramatic one." Her eyes flick to his, the grin that follows sharp enough to gleam but softened by the quiet laugh that slips through. "Glad I could teach you something," she comments breezily.
At the rest, her brows lift, the corner of her mouth curving as something warmer than she wants to examine coils low in her chest. Gods, it’s far too easy to slip back into this rhythm with him, too easy to forget all the reasons they'd been pulled apart in the first place. She shakes her head, nudging her shoulder into him like she’s physically shoving the thought aside. "Absolutely not," she says, smirk deepening. "If you’re heading that way, you can damn well tell me. Waiting to bump into you in Torchline’s one thing…" She tilts her chin, voice dipping into mock warning. "…but I’m not wandering the streets of Stormbreak on the off chance of finding you."
At the rest, her brows lift, the corner of her mouth curving as something warmer than she wants to examine coils low in her chest. Gods, it’s far too easy to slip back into this rhythm with him, too easy to forget all the reasons they'd been pulled apart in the first place. She shakes her head, nudging her shoulder into him like she’s physically shoving the thought aside. "Absolutely not," she says, smirk deepening. "If you’re heading that way, you can damn well tell me. Waiting to bump into you in Torchline’s one thing…" She tilts her chin, voice dipping into mock warning. "…but I’m not wandering the streets of Stormbreak on the off chance of finding you."
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
