a born-again wildcard

flora

Flora would normally not leave Kaisel’s orbit so quickly, but the room has already begun to pull at her in a dozen different directions at once, voices and colour and movement catching at her like hands at silk. After a few circuits, she's able to make a beeline towards Niki, her path all easy sway and sparkle, sequins catching the light with every step like she’s dragging a trail of tiny, celebratory fireworks behind her. By the time she reaches him she’s already smiling, not the polite sort either but the kind that lands fully and stays there, bright and a little bit mischievous, her gaze flicking over him once before settling with clear approval. "I like your sweater," she announces, as if this is breaking news and she’s the authority on it, her tone warm and teasing all at once, the compliment delivered with a small tilt of her head that makes her curls slip just enough to frame her face in a way that looks entirely accidental and very much isn’t.

There’s a quick shift then, the smile softening just slightly as something more genuine threads through it, her hands lifting in a small, animated gesture as if she’s about to confess something mildly scandalous instead of perfectly normal. "And the tea you sent? It was delicious," she adds, the words bright but sincere, though the softness doesn’t last long before it tips right back into something more playful, her eyes widening with exaggerated curiosity as she leans in just a fraction, conspiratorial without bothering to lower her voice. "So?" she presses, drawing it out with a grin. "Moving???"

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it

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