flora
Flora shrugs one shoulder in playful protest, her smile tugging crookedly. "Oh, I don’t know..." she says, drawing the words out in mock consideration before laughing, the sound bubbling bright and unrestrained. "I kind of thought you two were getting into your feral old man era." There’s mischief in her eyes as she says it, the kind that makes it hard to tell if she’s teasing or making an observation she’ll defend to her last breath.
Her jaw drops at his next comment, both feigned and a little genuine. "Shut up!" she gasps, laughter breaking through before she can finish pretending to be offended. "Okay, maybe threats over dinner are fine," she concedes with a shrug, a glimmer of amusement sparking in her gaze. "As long as no one corners us in a bar this time."
For a moment, it seems like she’s going to say something else—her mouth opens, eyes softening, something unsaid hovering between the syllables—but his glance toward her desk redirects the thought before it can escape. She follows his gaze, taking in the tide of parchment spilling across the surface, and feels the weight of it in her chest. Her expression sobers slightly, curiosity blooming in its place.
When she looks back at him, her head tilts just enough to send one loose curl sliding against her shoulder. "What did you have in mind?"
Her jaw drops at his next comment, both feigned and a little genuine. "Shut up!" she gasps, laughter breaking through before she can finish pretending to be offended. "Okay, maybe threats over dinner are fine," she concedes with a shrug, a glimmer of amusement sparking in her gaze. "As long as no one corners us in a bar this time."
For a moment, it seems like she’s going to say something else—her mouth opens, eyes softening, something unsaid hovering between the syllables—but his glance toward her desk redirects the thought before it can escape. She follows his gaze, taking in the tide of parchment spilling across the surface, and feels the weight of it in her chest. Her expression sobers slightly, curiosity blooming in its place.
When she looks back at him, her head tilts just enough to send one loose curl sliding against her shoulder. "What did you have in mind?"
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
