flora
The faint sound of laughter in the corridor makes Flora straighten instantly. She’s half out of her chair before he even appears, and whatever reprimand she’d been planning about his timing melts clean away the moment she spots the milkshakes. Her eyes go wide, delighted, lips parting in a soft gasp that’s far too dramatic for anyone else but perfectly natural for her.
Rolling her eyes at his joke but unable to fight the grin that curls through her, Flora crosses the room in a rush of silk and sunlight. "Gods you're the worst," she laughs, the words bright and fond as she wraps her arms around him for a quick hug, the kind that still smells faintly of the sea and ink and something floral from her hair. She immediately snipes one of the milkshakes out of his hand before he can protest, already sipping with a hum of approval.
At his comment about her office, she glances around the marble-and-gold space with exaggerated nonchalance before grinning over her straw. "Well, I’m pretty sure no one held a dagger to your head and made you work out of a shoebox," she teases, aqua eyes sparkling. The line lands with a playful lilt, softened by the warmth that follows. "Seriously though, thanks for lunch."
Rolling her eyes at his joke but unable to fight the grin that curls through her, Flora crosses the room in a rush of silk and sunlight. "Gods you're the worst," she laughs, the words bright and fond as she wraps her arms around him for a quick hug, the kind that still smells faintly of the sea and ink and something floral from her hair. She immediately snipes one of the milkshakes out of his hand before he can protest, already sipping with a hum of approval.
At his comment about her office, she glances around the marble-and-gold space with exaggerated nonchalance before grinning over her straw. "Well, I’m pretty sure no one held a dagger to your head and made you work out of a shoebox," she teases, aqua eyes sparkling. The line lands with a playful lilt, softened by the warmth that follows. "Seriously though, thanks for lunch."
and if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
