you look like my next mistake
Flora’s mouth curves slow and deliberate at Kaisel 's murmur, her teeth catching her lower lip just long enough to make it look like she might reconsider before she doesn’t, her brows lifting in a soft, knowing bounce as her voice dips low enough to stay just between them. "Oh, I know," she hums, eyes dragging over him with a heat that doesn’t bother pretending otherwise. "There’s more where that came from." But then the moment, and its heat, shatters.
Charlie ’s delighted exclamation cuts clean through the room, and Flora’s attention snaps toward it just in time to catch the shift, the gathering, the unmistakable something at the priestess’s feet that makes her own expression flicker from amused to sharply alert in the span of a heartbeat. "Oh—" she echoes under her breath, though hers lacks the same unbridled excitement, her gaze narrowing slightly as she tries to piece together what, exactly, is happening and why it’s happening now.
Dantalion ’s announcement lands like a thrown glass, and Flora blinks at it, once, twice, as if the words need a second pass to make sense, her attention whipping back toward Kaisel just in time to feel his hand slide across her stomach in a way that feels both grounding and entirely misplaced given the circumstances. "Does it?" she asks, the words slipping out before she quite decides on them, her tone caught somewhere between disbelief and reluctant acceptance as her brows lift again, this time less playful and more… what are we doing here? and why is it my husband doing it?
Flora stays where she is for half a second too long, watching Kai go with a look that hovers somewhere between skeptical and faintly incredulous, her lips parting as though she might call him back before she thinks better of it, her gaze flicking instead toward the makeshift table, toward Charlie, toward the rapidly escalating chaos that seems to have swallowed the room whole. "…okay," she mutters to herself, not entirely convinced but apparently willing to see where this goes, her arms folding loosely across her middle as her weight shifts onto one hip, the tilt of her head sharp with interest even as her expression settles into something distinctly unconvinced.
Charlie ’s delighted exclamation cuts clean through the room, and Flora’s attention snaps toward it just in time to catch the shift, the gathering, the unmistakable something at the priestess’s feet that makes her own expression flicker from amused to sharply alert in the span of a heartbeat. "Oh—" she echoes under her breath, though hers lacks the same unbridled excitement, her gaze narrowing slightly as she tries to piece together what, exactly, is happening and why it’s happening now.
Dantalion ’s announcement lands like a thrown glass, and Flora blinks at it, once, twice, as if the words need a second pass to make sense, her attention whipping back toward Kaisel just in time to feel his hand slide across her stomach in a way that feels both grounding and entirely misplaced given the circumstances. "Does it?" she asks, the words slipping out before she quite decides on them, her tone caught somewhere between disbelief and reluctant acceptance as her brows lift again, this time less playful and more… what are we doing here? and why is it my husband doing it?
Flora stays where she is for half a second too long, watching Kai go with a look that hovers somewhere between skeptical and faintly incredulous, her lips parting as though she might call him back before she thinks better of it, her gaze flicking instead toward the makeshift table, toward Charlie, toward the rapidly escalating chaos that seems to have swallowed the room whole. "…okay," she mutters to herself, not entirely convinced but apparently willing to see where this goes, her arms folding loosely across her middle as her weight shifts onto one hip, the tilt of her head sharp with interest even as her expression settles into something distinctly unconvinced.
