flora
Flora grins, nodding emphatically as if Ronin has just delivered an absolute truth. "He’s very good," she agrees, her tone all sunshine and secret pride. At his comment about Remi and the kitchen, she snickers under her breath, eyes crinkling with mischief. "Gods, that sounds adorably domestic of the two of you," she mutters into her straw before taking another long sip, the sound of her laughter blending with it.
When Ronin reacts to her confession, she can’t help the catlike grin that spreads across her face; sharp with amusement but soft at the edges, like she’s caught halfway between smug and bashful. "Mmhmm," she hums around her straw, shoulders lifting in an airy shrug. "Maybe half a season now? I didn’t want to rush into anything after how things with Jack ended." Her tone is careful but light, the shadow of it flickering and fading as quickly as the mention comes.
At his mock complaint about missing his chance to issue threats, she laughs outright, head tipping back, curls tumbling loose. "Do you remember how well it went the last time you threatened my boyfriend at family dinner?" she teases, raising her brows meaningfully, her grin widening at the memory. "I’m not sure we need a sequel."
When he asks how it’s going, though, the teasing falters, not in discomfort, but in tenderness. She nibbles lightly at the inside of her cheek, trying to contain the smile that insists on growing. "It’s going really well," she admits, voice softer now, threaded with sincerity. Her gaze drops to her hands, fingers tracing idle patterns on the cup. The happiness radiating from her is so tangible it nearly hums. "He makes me so happy, Ronin." Finally, she glances up at him again, eyes bright and a little misty from smiling too much. "We never stop laughing, you know?" she says, quiet but certain, the words not so much a boast as a confession.
When Ronin reacts to her confession, she can’t help the catlike grin that spreads across her face; sharp with amusement but soft at the edges, like she’s caught halfway between smug and bashful. "Mmhmm," she hums around her straw, shoulders lifting in an airy shrug. "Maybe half a season now? I didn’t want to rush into anything after how things with Jack ended." Her tone is careful but light, the shadow of it flickering and fading as quickly as the mention comes.
At his mock complaint about missing his chance to issue threats, she laughs outright, head tipping back, curls tumbling loose. "Do you remember how well it went the last time you threatened my boyfriend at family dinner?" she teases, raising her brows meaningfully, her grin widening at the memory. "I’m not sure we need a sequel."
When he asks how it’s going, though, the teasing falters, not in discomfort, but in tenderness. She nibbles lightly at the inside of her cheek, trying to contain the smile that insists on growing. "It’s going really well," she admits, voice softer now, threaded with sincerity. Her gaze drops to her hands, fingers tracing idle patterns on the cup. The happiness radiating from her is so tangible it nearly hums. "He makes me so happy, Ronin." Finally, she glances up at him again, eyes bright and a little misty from smiling too much. "We never stop laughing, you know?" she says, quiet but certain, the words not so much a boast as a confession.
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
