flora
Flora nods faintly at the mention of Hadama, her voice low and distant. "Yeah, he is," she agrees, and nothing more, because they both know this conversation isn’t about him.
Her first instinct is to argue, to insist that Niki would make an excellent advisor purely for the way his mind works, for how carefully he listens and considers before speaking. But when he gestures to himself, she swallows the words back down. Her eyes drink him in instead, lingering on the lines of his face softened by the overcast light, the dark sweep of his coat against the kaleidoscope road, the way his hair is tousled in the salt breeze. She finds not a single fault—never has—but she knows what he means, knows the limitations he wrestles with even as she wants to deny them.
So she tries for a smile, breezy and too bright at the edges. Shaking her head, curls slipping loose across her shoulders, she waves her hand as though to shoo the idea away. "No, no—it was just an idea. A bad one at that." Her tone leans quick, guilty, like she’s trying to tug the blame back onto herself before it can settle anywhere near him.
Her first instinct is to argue, to insist that Niki would make an excellent advisor purely for the way his mind works, for how carefully he listens and considers before speaking. But when he gestures to himself, she swallows the words back down. Her eyes drink him in instead, lingering on the lines of his face softened by the overcast light, the dark sweep of his coat against the kaleidoscope road, the way his hair is tousled in the salt breeze. She finds not a single fault—never has—but she knows what he means, knows the limitations he wrestles with even as she wants to deny them.
So she tries for a smile, breezy and too bright at the edges. Shaking her head, curls slipping loose across her shoulders, she waves her hand as though to shoo the idea away. "No, no—it was just an idea. A bad one at that." Her tone leans quick, guilty, like she’s trying to tug the blame back onto herself before it can settle anywhere near him.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
