a born-again wildcard

flora

If Flora'd known—if she’d had even the slightest inkling that there was anything softer, more complicated tucked beneath all of this—her answer might have come out differently, might have gentled instead of sharpened, might have landed somewhere more careful than bright and easy and a little too quick. But she doesn’t, and the drinks have taken the edges off her restraint just enough that she says what makes the most sense to her, shrugging lightly as she tips her head. "Well, given that sex stuff is literally his role, maybe Frey made it so he just finds everyone attractive? I mean, how else could he do all the things he needs to?"

At his quiet insistence that it isn’t for him, she only nods, easy and knowing. "Yeah," she says, "that’s probably for the best." For a good number of very complicated reasons, in fact.

But the apology pulls her back in a different direction entirely, and she nudges him lightly before slipping her arm around him again, shaking her head without hesitation. "Hey, no, you’re not bringing anything down," she says, dismissing it outright, her smile turning softer even as it keeps that familiar flicker of mischief. She leans just slightly closer, her voice dropping, quieter now but steady as she meets his eyes. "Your scars don’t make you unattractive," she says, the words simple and certain, her expression leaving no room for argument before it eases into something fond. "Nothing about you is unattractive."

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

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