flora
Flora's lips part in theatrical surprise, eyes widening as she draws in a soft gasp like he’s just confessed to being a dragon in disguise. "A duke?" she repeats, voice rising with delighted disbelief as her lashes flutter. She leans in slightly, eyes narrowing with conspiratorial glee. "What did that mean, back in your world? Did you have lands? Elaborate family crests with tiny animals on them?"
She laughs, warm and easy, before rolling her eyes with mock exasperation. "You’re going to need someone to handle your liquor supply for one," she says, pointing a cracker at him like it’s part of her argument. "And you've already said you aren't sure what fashion choices you have available, so I’d say you’re going to need me for a wardrobe refresh too. I have tailors and suppliers. You have...black silk and questionable ideas about self-sufficiency."
Her smile curves sharper at the edge as he swirls around her earlier question, and she shakes her head slowly, brows lifting. "I didn’t take you for the shy type," she murmurs, voice dropping with playful disbelief.
Flora is just about to open her mouth to flag down the server when Neron beats her to it, and her grin turns approving as she lifts her now-empty glass in silent salute. "Read my mind," she says, pleased as anything, her gaze tracking the server’s movement before drifting back to him.
But then her tone softens just slightly, curiosity sliding beneath her words like a tide easing in under the dock. "You know," she says, drawing circles against the rim of her glass with one fingertip, "I wonder if my dad’s magic could work in reverse. If he can open the way from here to there...maybe I could visit you next time."
She laughs, warm and easy, before rolling her eyes with mock exasperation. "You’re going to need someone to handle your liquor supply for one," she says, pointing a cracker at him like it’s part of her argument. "And you've already said you aren't sure what fashion choices you have available, so I’d say you’re going to need me for a wardrobe refresh too. I have tailors and suppliers. You have...black silk and questionable ideas about self-sufficiency."
Her smile curves sharper at the edge as he swirls around her earlier question, and she shakes her head slowly, brows lifting. "I didn’t take you for the shy type," she murmurs, voice dropping with playful disbelief.
Flora is just about to open her mouth to flag down the server when Neron beats her to it, and her grin turns approving as she lifts her now-empty glass in silent salute. "Read my mind," she says, pleased as anything, her gaze tracking the server’s movement before drifting back to him.
But then her tone softens just slightly, curiosity sliding beneath her words like a tide easing in under the dock. "You know," she says, drawing circles against the rim of her glass with one fingertip, "I wonder if my dad’s magic could work in reverse. If he can open the way from here to there...maybe I could visit you next time."
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
