flora
Flora nods, a small smile flickering across her lips. "We spent a good amount of time in the Stonesong trying to catch goldfish," she adds, as if that rounds out the picture of her childhood perfectly; muddy knees, wet skirts, hands darting after flickers of gold in the shallows.
Her brows lift softly as she listens, sympathy tracing across her features. The scene he paints grows dramatic and vibrant in her thoughts as she imagines the sort of storm and subsequent fire that might have ensued, her mind painting in details that likely weren't present, but will now forever live in her memory. "How old were you?" she asks gently, lips pressed together, her voice carrying a note of quiet she rarely lets into the open, though
But then—leather and chains—and her aqua eyes go wide, brows shooting up as if he’s just revealed some deep, delicious secret. Her lips part in a scandalized gasp, the kind with a sparkle buried beneath itlike that gif of Andy gasping. By the time he admits he couldn’t move under the weight of chains, she’s already snickering, biting back a quip about Sunjata and how she was sure he could help with any weight Niki was forced to bear. Instead she hums knowingly, gaze glinting.
Glancing over the menu at the stand so she’ll be ready when they step up, Flora shakes her head with a soft laugh. "Honestly, I think it might be one of the only skills he came by on his own," she teases about her father. "But anyway, all that said, I’ll make sure the house is stocked with more coffee going forward."
Her brows lift softly as she listens, sympathy tracing across her features. The scene he paints grows dramatic and vibrant in her thoughts as she imagines the sort of storm and subsequent fire that might have ensued, her mind painting in details that likely weren't present, but will now forever live in her memory. "How old were you?" she asks gently, lips pressed together, her voice carrying a note of quiet she rarely lets into the open, though
But then—leather and chains—and her aqua eyes go wide, brows shooting up as if he’s just revealed some deep, delicious secret. Her lips part in a scandalized gasp, the kind with a sparkle buried beneath it
Glancing over the menu at the stand so she’ll be ready when they step up, Flora shakes her head with a soft laugh. "Honestly, I think it might be one of the only skills he came by on his own," she teases about her father. "But anyway, all that said, I’ll make sure the house is stocked with more coffee going forward."
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?
