flora
Flora only laughs at that, soft and fond, rolling her eyes like she’s heard something ridiculous and not even worth arguing about, except she absolutely is going to argue it anyway. She slips away from him just enough to tug the ring she'd told him about earlier free, the gold catching the light as she reaches for his hand and slides it onto his pinky.
Her eyes lift to his, wide and emphatic, leaving no space for dismissal. "I think you’re attractive," she says, deliberate and clear, before tilting her chin toward his hand, the ring resting there as quiet proof. No heat. No lie.
Flora's smile eases back into something lighter as she glances toward a nearby couch tucked beneath a wide, sprawling monstera. "Come on," she says, slipping her arm around his waist once more. "That one turns into a bed if you decide you can’t be bothered to go find a room."
Her eyes lift to his, wide and emphatic, leaving no space for dismissal. "I think you’re attractive," she says, deliberate and clear, before tilting her chin toward his hand, the ring resting there as quiet proof. No heat. No lie.
Flora's smile eases back into something lighter as she glances toward a nearby couch tucked beneath a wide, sprawling monstera. "Come on," she says, slipping her arm around his waist once more. "That one turns into a bed if you decide you can’t be bothered to go find a room."
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
