flora
Flora’s knuckles travel a bright little rhythm across the dark wood door, each tap carrying a shimmer of restless energy she’s been trying to keep pinned down ever since she and Kaisel pushed through the Dusklight’s velvet-curtain heat. She feels overdressed for sin and underdressed for confidence in her soft oatmeal sweater, the sleeves loose enough to swallow half her hands, and light-wash jeans that hug just right. It’s cozy, warm, normal clothing in a place designed specifically to turn normal into a rumour.
She nudges the office door open with one hip, curls tumbling forward as she leans in; just enough to peek around the frame but not enough to commit to entering until invited. Hazelnut light slips through her hair and catches the glimmer of her rings, every piece of gold loud against the neutral sweater, like she accidentally wandered into a brothel dressed for a weekend market but decided to pretend she meant it.
"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." It spills out of her in a long, sing-song strand she can’t quite shorten, the kind of greeting that ripples through the air like a tossed silk ribbon. Her grin follows right on its heels, mischief bright as a struck match. "I just dropped off my boyfriend to talk to your boyfriend," she says, stepping just inside the doorway now, fingertips smoothing down the hem of her sweater even though it doesn’t need smoothing. "So I figured I'd come and bother you."
She nudges the office door open with one hip, curls tumbling forward as she leans in; just enough to peek around the frame but not enough to commit to entering until invited. Hazelnut light slips through her hair and catches the glimmer of her rings, every piece of gold loud against the neutral sweater, like she accidentally wandered into a brothel dressed for a weekend market but decided to pretend she meant it.
"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." It spills out of her in a long, sing-song strand she can’t quite shorten, the kind of greeting that ripples through the air like a tossed silk ribbon. Her grin follows right on its heels, mischief bright as a struck match. "I just dropped off my boyfriend to talk to your boyfriend," she says, stepping just inside the doorway now, fingertips smoothing down the hem of her sweater even though it doesn’t need smoothing. "So I figured I'd come and bother you."
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
