flora
Flora leans in as if Soh’s about to hand over something fragile and glittering instead of gossip, her elbow sliding along the arm of her chair until she’s angled properly toward her, aqua eyes locked in with an attention that feels almost physical in how it presses forward. The lounge is all soft warmth and filtered light, the sort of place that tries very hard to make everything feel slow and gentle, but there’s nothing slow about the way Flora listens, the way her fingers curl loosely around the stem of her glass before she lifts it and takes a generous sip.
At the mention of Jude, her brows shoot up so quickly it’s almost comical, the reaction immediate and unfiltered, and when Soh continues her mouth actually opens before she can stop it, a laugh catching halfway up her throat and turning into a sharp, inelegant cough as the wine goes down the wrong way. "Oh my gods—" she manages once she’s recovered enough to breathe, shaking her head, curls shifting with the movement as she presses the back of her hand briefly to her chest like that might settle the lingering burn. "It's so like a man to make his feelings someone else's problem." Her nose wrinkles, judgment bright and immediate.
At the mention of Jude, her brows shoot up so quickly it’s almost comical, the reaction immediate and unfiltered, and when Soh continues her mouth actually opens before she can stop it, a laugh catching halfway up her throat and turning into a sharp, inelegant cough as the wine goes down the wrong way. "Oh my gods—" she manages once she’s recovered enough to breathe, shaking her head, curls shifting with the movement as she presses the back of her hand briefly to her chest like that might settle the lingering burn. "It's so like a man to make his feelings someone else's problem." Her nose wrinkles, judgment bright and immediate.
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
