flora
Flora laughs outright at that, the sound slipping free before she can stop it, head lolling side to side in a loose, ehhh, kind of motion. "Sort of," she says, already grinning. "You can walk on water as long as the Hel stays on your shoulder, but the second they get bored and take off—" She flicks her hand downward in a decisive little plunge. "In you go." A shrug follows, easy and unconcerned. "Dancing might work if you’re out of food to bribe them with."
She listens as Calla talks, eyes tracking the way her gaze drops, the careful phrasing, the way the sentence keeps finding softer ground to land on. When Flora speaks again, it’s immediate, bright, and encouraging. "Welllllll, it all looks amazing around here, so you must be absolutely killing it—" She stops short, lips pressing together as her eyes flick to the barrows stretching out around them, realizing what an awkward choice of words that was all things considered.
Her head tips as Calla adds the last part, Flora glancing around instinctively, brows lifting. "Lucifer?" She squints into the haze, clearly expecting someone else to materialise.
When the question turns on her, Flora laughs again, this time more self-aware, waving a hand as if to bat it away. "Oh, no," she says, and then, with comedic timing, "I’m the Queen of Torchline." She immediately lifts a finger, pre-empting whatever expression is about to cross Calla’s face. "Absolutely not as glamorous as it sounds," she adds, already laughing at herself. "I promise."
Glancing up toward where the shrine ought to be, Flora nods her head in that direction. "Come on, let's go check it out. See if any suspicious offering-shaped holes are missing on the altar."
~FIN
She listens as Calla talks, eyes tracking the way her gaze drops, the careful phrasing, the way the sentence keeps finding softer ground to land on. When Flora speaks again, it’s immediate, bright, and encouraging. "Welllllll, it all looks amazing around here, so you must be absolutely killing it—" She stops short, lips pressing together as her eyes flick to the barrows stretching out around them, realizing what an awkward choice of words that was all things considered.
Her head tips as Calla adds the last part, Flora glancing around instinctively, brows lifting. "Lucifer?" She squints into the haze, clearly expecting someone else to materialise.
When the question turns on her, Flora laughs again, this time more self-aware, waving a hand as if to bat it away. "Oh, no," she says, and then, with comedic timing, "I’m the Queen of Torchline." She immediately lifts a finger, pre-empting whatever expression is about to cross Calla’s face. "Absolutely not as glamorous as it sounds," she adds, already laughing at herself. "I promise."
Glancing up toward where the shrine ought to be, Flora nods her head in that direction. "Come on, let's go check it out. See if any suspicious offering-shaped holes are missing on the altar."
~FIN
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
