Flora
Flora lets her head flop to the side with a fond little sigh, the blanket pooling warmly around her shoulders as she peers at him over her tea. "I know you do," she says, smile tipping gently, "but you’re staying here now. And while Torchlie is amazing, it’s also, like, ten times the size of the Greatwood. I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed, that’s all."
The grin that curls across her face, then, is anything but innocent. "Ooooooh, I'd LOVE for you to come shopping with me," she says, tone rich with theatrical mischief as her eyes sparkle above the rim of her mug. "But not for puzzles or tea blends or snuggly throws. No no. I was thinking more of an outfit to wear out during LongNight." Her brows lift, the suggestion loaded with all the implications that come with bonfires, beach gatherings, and very little clothing. "Besides, I can always trust your opinion about how things look on me." Mostly on account of him having no interest in ever stripping them off of her.
The grin that curls across her face, then, is anything but innocent. "Ooooooh, I'd LOVE for you to come shopping with me," she says, tone rich with theatrical mischief as her eyes sparkle above the rim of her mug. "But not for puzzles or tea blends or snuggly throws. No no. I was thinking more of an outfit to wear out during LongNight." Her brows lift, the suggestion loaded with all the implications that come with bonfires, beach gatherings, and very little clothing. "Besides, I can always trust your opinion about how things look on me." Mostly on account of him having no interest in ever stripping them off of her.
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
