with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Niki's tone lands like a perfectly thrown pebble skipping across the surface of her mood, and Flora lights up for it, the smile that spreads across her face bright enough to rival the water beyond them, entirely pleased by his dry sass as she drinks in the shape of his humour, and the easy bite of it. "Mm," she hums, delighted, and with a small, decisive motion she slips the glasses from her face, the world snapping back into its proper clarity as she leans just slightly toward him to return them. "Here, I wouldn’t want to be blurry and give you a headache."
She straightens again, her hand drifting up to comb through one of the curls that’s escaped whatever attempt she’d made to tame them earlier, the motion absent but not unconscious, as her gaze shifts outward toward the water, bright and distant and conveniently not him. "Oh, it’s no problem," she says easily, the dismissal smooth enough to pass on its own, though the faint curve at the corner of her mouth suggests there’s something else tucked just behind it, waiting.
It arrives as she glances back over her shoulder, the movement slow, deliberate, her aqua eyes catching the light as they settle on the necromancer again with a spark that’s far too amused to be innocent, one brow lifting in quiet, conspiratorial curiosity while her other hand drifts down to inspect her nails as though they’ve suddenly become fascinating. "But it’s the funniest thing," she continues, tone soft but edged with mischief, "I could have sworn Sunjata disappeared at nearly the same time." The pause that follows isn’t empty; it hums, full of an implication she doesn’t bother to dress up, her lips curving just slightly as she tilts her head. "I do hope you both felt alright."
She straightens again, her hand drifting up to comb through one of the curls that’s escaped whatever attempt she’d made to tame them earlier, the motion absent but not unconscious, as her gaze shifts outward toward the water, bright and distant and conveniently not him. "Oh, it’s no problem," she says easily, the dismissal smooth enough to pass on its own, though the faint curve at the corner of her mouth suggests there’s something else tucked just behind it, waiting.
It arrives as she glances back over her shoulder, the movement slow, deliberate, her aqua eyes catching the light as they settle on the necromancer again with a spark that’s far too amused to be innocent, one brow lifting in quiet, conspiratorial curiosity while her other hand drifts down to inspect her nails as though they’ve suddenly become fascinating. "But it’s the funniest thing," she continues, tone soft but edged with mischief, "I could have sworn Sunjata disappeared at nearly the same time." The pause that follows isn’t empty; it hums, full of an implication she doesn’t bother to dress up, her lips curving just slightly as she tilts her head. "I do hope you both felt alright."
