flora
Flora huffs out a quiet sigh, the sound soft but edged, because flattering isn’t quite the word she’d use for any of this, not when it sits like something slightly off in her chest. She finishes her drink without much thought, more because Niki had than because she wants it, and when a tray drifts by she automatically plucks two fresh glasses from it, pressing one into the necromancer's hand like it’s simply the next logical step.
She hums at his distinction, nodding once as she leans lightly back into him again. "Yeah," she says, softer now. There’s another small exhale as he mentions people changing, and she tips her head slightly, considering it even as her mouth twists. "Maybe I’m just focusing too much on me and not seeing the bigger picture," she admits, though the words don’t quite settle. "But like...wanting to ghost your bestie’s husband—" Too snowballed by her own story to notice the slip, Flora just continues on. "— and move away from her seem like not great changes." Or at least, not ones unrelated to the man she was now dating.
Her gaze lifts back to Niki then, the tension easing just enough for her smile to return, warm and a little crooked. "You’re a really good listener, has anyone ever told you that?" she says, the compliment sincere even if the slight wrinkle of her nose right after suggests she already knows the answer.
She hums at his distinction, nodding once as she leans lightly back into him again. "Yeah," she says, softer now. There’s another small exhale as he mentions people changing, and she tips her head slightly, considering it even as her mouth twists. "Maybe I’m just focusing too much on me and not seeing the bigger picture," she admits, though the words don’t quite settle. "But like...wanting to ghost your bestie’s husband—" Too snowballed by her own story to notice the slip, Flora just continues on. "— and move away from her seem like not great changes." Or at least, not ones unrelated to the man she was now dating.
Her gaze lifts back to Niki then, the tension easing just enough for her smile to return, warm and a little crooked. "You’re a really good listener, has anyone ever told you that?" she says, the compliment sincere even if the slight wrinkle of her nose right after suggests she already knows the answer.
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
