flora
Flora snickers, quick and bright. "Well, feel free to tell Kai that when you talk to him if you really want to keep him up at night," she says, grin flashing with clear satisfaction at the idea.
At Niki's comment about banning things from the bedroom, she exhales a feigned, weary sigh, tipping her head back slightly as if burdened by impossible leadership decisions. "A good queen knows when to pick her battles," she says, shaking her head in mock defeat before her mouth curls into a thoroughly unrepentant, shit-eating grin. "Besides, it only happens in the bedroom like, twenty percent of the time," she adds, winking at him.
But his next question lands differently, and her brows lift, surprise flickering across her face like she genuinely hadn’t considered it before, causing a scarlet flush to span the bridge of her nose. "No, and that’s the worst part," she says quickly, her cheeks flushing a little deeper now. "She said she definitely wasn’t going to leave for the desert, but that she just didn’t want to hurt Colt’s feelings." She exhales, shaking her head as if trying to untangle it. "And Soh’s not the kind of person who wants to hurt anyone, I know that, but...isn’t giving someone false hope worse than just making them disappointed?"
She takes another sip of her drink, the motion slower this time, a soft, self-aware laugh slipping out over the rim of the glass before her gaze drifts back toward Colt. "Well," she says, something sharper threading through again, "she clearly can’t like me that much either if she thinks it’s fine to try and lure my best friend literally to the other side of the world by offering her a council position. Which—" Flora's eyebrows shoot up. "When I offered her the same thing, thinking maybe she just wanted to have more responsibility in her life, she basically said it was just a handout."
At Niki's comment about banning things from the bedroom, she exhales a feigned, weary sigh, tipping her head back slightly as if burdened by impossible leadership decisions. "A good queen knows when to pick her battles," she says, shaking her head in mock defeat before her mouth curls into a thoroughly unrepentant, shit-eating grin. "Besides, it only happens in the bedroom like, twenty percent of the time," she adds, winking at him.
But his next question lands differently, and her brows lift, surprise flickering across her face like she genuinely hadn’t considered it before, causing a scarlet flush to span the bridge of her nose. "No, and that’s the worst part," she says quickly, her cheeks flushing a little deeper now. "She said she definitely wasn’t going to leave for the desert, but that she just didn’t want to hurt Colt’s feelings." She exhales, shaking her head as if trying to untangle it. "And Soh’s not the kind of person who wants to hurt anyone, I know that, but...isn’t giving someone false hope worse than just making them disappointed?"
She takes another sip of her drink, the motion slower this time, a soft, self-aware laugh slipping out over the rim of the glass before her gaze drifts back toward Colt. "Well," she says, something sharper threading through again, "she clearly can’t like me that much either if she thinks it’s fine to try and lure my best friend literally to the other side of the world by offering her a council position. Which—" Flora's eyebrows shoot up. "When I offered her the same thing, thinking maybe she just wanted to have more responsibility in her life, she basically said it was just a handout."
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
