flora
The surprise flickers across her face before she can school it, her eyes widening just a little as she blinks at the casual revelation. "You're an Outlander?" she echoes, the words touched with quiet wonder, not because it diminishes anything, but because it folds another layer of mystique around the memory of him that has lived rent-free in her imagination since she was seventeen. Back then she’d filled in every blank with fantasy, constructing entire stories from the briefest of encounters, and this little truth only adds to the illusion rather than breaks it. "God's anything else mI should know?" Warden, hybrid, ascended, twin.
Her laughter spills like silver into the warm air, soft and slightly breathless, and she shakes her head slowly as if trying to absolve herself of the responsibility. The past version of herself would have blushed so furiously at his innuendo, but there's still the faintest flush paints itself across her cheeks, delicate and unbothered, and instead of scrambling for something coy or clever, she just chuckles. "With you being such a gentleman, I hardly see why I’d need to," she says with a shrug that’s all ease and grace, her lips curving into something both fond and teasing.
She leans toward him without really thinking, drawn by the quiet comfort of proximity as she peers at the wine menu in his hands, her curls brushing lightly against his shoulder. "I could eat," she says with an emphatic nod, brows raising in pleased agreement as her eyes scan the handwritten list of reds and whites. "Especially if there’s cheese involved."
Her laughter spills like silver into the warm air, soft and slightly breathless, and she shakes her head slowly as if trying to absolve herself of the responsibility. The past version of herself would have blushed so furiously at his innuendo, but there's still the faintest flush paints itself across her cheeks, delicate and unbothered, and instead of scrambling for something coy or clever, she just chuckles. "With you being such a gentleman, I hardly see why I’d need to," she says with a shrug that’s all ease and grace, her lips curving into something both fond and teasing.
She leans toward him without really thinking, drawn by the quiet comfort of proximity as she peers at the wine menu in his hands, her curls brushing lightly against his shoulder. "I could eat," she says with an emphatic nod, brows raising in pleased agreement as her eyes scan the handwritten list of reds and whites. "Especially if there’s cheese involved."
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
