Flora
there's no time to waste on loving badly
Flora all but glows beneath the tide of reaction washing through the room; the awe in Dantalion ’s eyes, the warmth in Astaroth ’s voice, Charlie erupting like a glitter bomb with legs. Satisfaction unfurls through her like a bloom opening in heat, golden and lush, and she flashes the trio a crooked, delighted smile before drifting instinctively back toward the gravity of Kaisel ’s side.The kiss he presses into her forehead sends a breath of relief through her, something soft and shivery and grateful. She leans into it without thinking, letting the affection settle into her bones. "Careful," she murmurs with a teasing exhale, "you’ll make me think you actually like me." Her smile curves into something warm and lingering, but it slips into something more yearning the moment he steps away to play bartender; the brief stretch of his fingers leaving hers pulling a strand of longing after him and she watches him go with a roll of her eyes that’s equal parts fondness and exasperation, especially when Charlie materialises at his elbow like a leather-clad storm of enthusiasm.
Spice puffs a tiny swirl of approving frost over the line of glasses, and Flora gives the little dragon an encouraging wiggle of her fingers before turning back toward Sunjata.
"Thanks!" she beams at him, the praise from someone who knows extravagance landing sweeter than she expected. Her smile dims into a small, puzzled frown as she catches the shadow behind his eyes. It doesn’t snuff her joy, but it bends it a little, tilting it into something more searching. She studies the set of his shoulders, the subtle tension hiding beneath his brightened smile, and her aqua eyes sharpen with earnest concern.
"Yeah, of course," she says immediately, gentle and open as she steps a little closer so they don’t have to talk over the crowd. Her curls brush her collarbone as she tilts her head, trying to read what he isn’t saying yet. "Did you want to talk now?"
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