flora
Her eyes widen with theatrical delight as he spins the idea further, her grin growing with each new detail. "Spectral waiters," she echoes, one hand pressing lightly to her chest. "That’s perfect. They could glide between tables without ever being worried about spilling anything." Already her mind is painting it in full colour; moonlight cocktails that shift hue mid-sip, low music playing from nowhere in particular, velvet and candlelight and the scent of sea salt and smoke trailing through the air like memory.
When he scoffs at the idea of Remi being in the mood to help, she only laughs and shrugs, reaching again for her wine. "That’s fine. Vai definitely outranks him," she says breezily, her grin curling at the corners as she lifts the glass. "So if she likes you, that’s already two against one." She tilts her head in his direction, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Three, counting you. I think that’s enough for a ruling majority, even if Ronin tries to butt in."
Flora's gaze slips lower just as Neron's smile slants toward something darker, and though she feels the implied heat of it, she meets it with innocent defiance, lashes fluttering as she takes another slow sip. "Well then," she says, lips curving with wicked sweetness, "next time, maybe give Vai a list ahead of time. That way I can have all your cravings ready and waiting the moment you arrive."
She doesn’t press the moment, letting the tease hang like perfume in the air as she turns her attention back to the wine, swirling the pale gold liquid gently in her glass before glancing up at the mention of dessert. "Obviously," she says, helplessly nodding even before the words finish leaving his mouth. But her focus is already shifting as she subtly tracks the nearest server, catching their eye with practiced ease and lifting her brows in silent inquiry.
The moment she meets their gaze, her smile flashes wider, and she mouths the words dessert menu with all the gravitas of someone invoking divine favour. Then she turns back to Neron, utterly content as she takes another delicate bite from the board.
When he scoffs at the idea of Remi being in the mood to help, she only laughs and shrugs, reaching again for her wine. "That’s fine. Vai definitely outranks him," she says breezily, her grin curling at the corners as she lifts the glass. "So if she likes you, that’s already two against one." She tilts her head in his direction, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Three, counting you. I think that’s enough for a ruling majority, even if Ronin tries to butt in."
Flora's gaze slips lower just as Neron's smile slants toward something darker, and though she feels the implied heat of it, she meets it with innocent defiance, lashes fluttering as she takes another slow sip. "Well then," she says, lips curving with wicked sweetness, "next time, maybe give Vai a list ahead of time. That way I can have all your cravings ready and waiting the moment you arrive."
She doesn’t press the moment, letting the tease hang like perfume in the air as she turns her attention back to the wine, swirling the pale gold liquid gently in her glass before glancing up at the mention of dessert. "Obviously," she says, helplessly nodding even before the words finish leaving his mouth. But her focus is already shifting as she subtly tracks the nearest server, catching their eye with practiced ease and lifting her brows in silent inquiry.
The moment she meets their gaze, her smile flashes wider, and she mouths the words dessert menu with all the gravitas of someone invoking divine favour. Then she turns back to Neron, utterly content as she takes another delicate bite from the board.
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
