Flora
"I do," Flora interrupts immediately, not even letting the question fully settle before she’s responding, bright as coral and just as cutting, her grin equal parts playful and sincere. Her aqua gaze dances with mischief as it lands on his face, then flicks meaningfully down to the knee brace. "The sarong would have tied the whole look together. Very windswept romance novel, you know."
She shrugs like she’s absolving the spirits of all guilt, arms spreading as she glances around the opulent sprawl of Wildering House. "Anyway, if you’re going to get lost in your own home, might as well get toned thighs while doing it, right?"
And because his mock-heroics deserve nothing less than dramatic affirmation, Flora leans in with a hum of approval, eyes gleaming. "Let’s not forget your mysterious and tragic backstory," she adds, as if ticking off a checklist. "And scars. And you're actually wonderfully charming and kind, which are also crucial traits."
At the suggestion of checking the fireplaces, her lips twitch thoughtfully. "Too obvious," she declares at first, but then she sighs, lifting one shoulder. "Then again...hiding in plain sight feels like something a torch would do. Come on, dark and brooding hero, let’s go see if the rainbow torch of destiny is hiding among the ashes." She sweeps forward in the direction of the nearest hearth, jellyfish umbrella still in hand and glowing faintly like a beacon in a very glamorous storm.
She shrugs like she’s absolving the spirits of all guilt, arms spreading as she glances around the opulent sprawl of Wildering House. "Anyway, if you’re going to get lost in your own home, might as well get toned thighs while doing it, right?"
And because his mock-heroics deserve nothing less than dramatic affirmation, Flora leans in with a hum of approval, eyes gleaming. "Let’s not forget your mysterious and tragic backstory," she adds, as if ticking off a checklist. "And scars. And you're actually wonderfully charming and kind, which are also crucial traits."
At the suggestion of checking the fireplaces, her lips twitch thoughtfully. "Too obvious," she declares at first, but then she sighs, lifting one shoulder. "Then again...hiding in plain sight feels like something a torch would do. Come on, dark and brooding hero, let’s go see if the rainbow torch of destiny is hiding among the ashes." She sweeps forward in the direction of the nearest hearth, jellyfish umbrella still in hand and glowing faintly like a beacon in a very glamorous storm.
passion is a passing thing, it's accidental chemistry
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
