you can call me honey if you want
Flora’s nose wrinkles as she listens, head tipping slightly to the side as if she’s trying to rearrange the pieces into something that makes sense and coming up short. "I didn’t even know Vesper had a job," she says lightly, the comment tossed out with a faint huff of disbelief before her attention settles more fully on Colt again. There’s something in the way Colt explains it—fragmented, half-finished, like a story that keeps circling the same place without ever quite landing—that pulls the humour clean out of Flora’s expression. She watches her for a moment, quiet in a way that’s rare for her, before her gaze softens. "I hope you know you’re better off without that in your life," she adds more gently.
Her attention drifts briefly back to the broader mess of Jack and his children, and she gives a small, dismissive roll of her eyes, shaking her head as if there’s no point even trying to untangle that knot any further tonight.
Before Colt can fully pivot into Melita’s question, a soft knock sounds at the door, and one of the House of Midnight staff peeks in, voice bright and professional as she announces that it’s time for their massages. Flora’s entire expression lights up instantly, whatever lingering heaviness there was dissolving like sugar in champagne. She looks between the three of them, eyes widening with barely-contained excitement.
"TBC," she says, flashing Colt a knowing wink as she reaches down to offer Sohalia a hand up, tugging her gently to standing. Snagging one last flute of champagne from the picnic as she passes, Flora turns toward the door with a grin that’s all anticipation and mischief, robe swaying around her legs as she heads out into the hall, ready to trade heartbreak for lavender oil and temporary oblivion.
~FIN
Her attention drifts briefly back to the broader mess of Jack and his children, and she gives a small, dismissive roll of her eyes, shaking her head as if there’s no point even trying to untangle that knot any further tonight.
Before Colt can fully pivot into Melita’s question, a soft knock sounds at the door, and one of the House of Midnight staff peeks in, voice bright and professional as she announces that it’s time for their massages. Flora’s entire expression lights up instantly, whatever lingering heaviness there was dissolving like sugar in champagne. She looks between the three of them, eyes widening with barely-contained excitement.
"TBC," she says, flashing Colt a knowing wink as she reaches down to offer Sohalia a hand up, tugging her gently to standing. Snagging one last flute of champagne from the picnic as she passes, Flora turns toward the door with a grin that’s all anticipation and mischief, robe swaying around her legs as she heads out into the hall, ready to trade heartbreak for lavender oil and temporary oblivion.
~FIN
