flora
Flora nods at first, a small tilt of her head that carries with it a kind of quiet self-consciousness that the queen isn't normally known for. "They never used to," she murmurs, brushing her fingers lightly along the floorboards as she speaks, eyes dipping away as Niki adjusts his shirt. She doesn’t look—not because she’s afraid of the scar—but because she knows exactly what it means to tug at fabric like that. "But it's gotten worse lately, so now instead of fighting it, I just..get up and watch them."
When he gestures at the whole sleepwalking affair, she raises her eyebrows, expression shifting into something a touch more playful despite everything. "Gods, if you’d told me sooner, we could’ve changed the hallways," she grins, a teasing lilt curling at the corners of her mouth. "I’d have drawn them to match your house." The joke’s light, but not a lie. With how the spirits had shaped this place already, she probably could’ve managed it, and absolutely would have, for Niki's sake.
Still lounging on her hip, she reaches absently for the edge of the blanket to help settle it more securely around him. Then, softly, as though testing the water with just a toe, she asks, "How long have you been sleepwalking for?" Her tone is gentle, not pressing, an open door he can walk through or close again, no questions asked.
When he gestures at the whole sleepwalking affair, she raises her eyebrows, expression shifting into something a touch more playful despite everything. "Gods, if you’d told me sooner, we could’ve changed the hallways," she grins, a teasing lilt curling at the corners of her mouth. "I’d have drawn them to match your house." The joke’s light, but not a lie. With how the spirits had shaped this place already, she probably could’ve managed it, and absolutely would have, for Niki's sake.
Still lounging on her hip, she reaches absently for the edge of the blanket to help settle it more securely around him. Then, softly, as though testing the water with just a toe, she asks, "How long have you been sleepwalking for?" Her tone is gentle, not pressing, an open door he can walk through or close again, no questions asked.
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
