you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora’s flat look meets Kaisel’s teasing with an immediate and unyielding deadpan, but the mischief in his words doesn’t go unnoticed. She drops her gaze to his outfit, eyes deliberately moving up and down, slow and suggestive, as though she’s sizing him up in an entirely new light. "Well, that’s good to know," she drawls, the playful glint in her gaze sharpening, the corners of her mouth quirking upward in a sly grin, barely restrained from blooming into full mischief.
"With how much you hate ghosts, that’s surprising." She shakes her head, a smirk lingering just at the edges of her mouth, before she nods along with his explanation. There’s something quietly adoring in the way her lips press together, the subtle fondness reflected in her softening expression as he speaks of honouring the fallen. Her smile fades into something more introspective when he speaks of old fallen heroes. The weight of it is heavier for her than she shows, but she pushes past it quickly, a slight breath of air escaping her as she stands a little straighter. "It’s weird being here without having a lantern for Enzo," she murmurs, her voice dropping low and quiet, as though she’s speaking to the ground beneath them, before she hastily adds, "but good weird, of course."
But just as quickly as the moment passes, something colder shifts in the air. Flora’s attention snaps toward the sudden presence of Ludo. And as the herald reaches for Sohalia’s lantern for Harper, Flora's skin pales sharply, a breath pulling in as though the air itself has thickened. Without thinking, she steps closer to Kaisel, pressing herself into his side, fingers tightening around the umbrella.
"With how much you hate ghosts, that’s surprising." She shakes her head, a smirk lingering just at the edges of her mouth, before she nods along with his explanation. There’s something quietly adoring in the way her lips press together, the subtle fondness reflected in her softening expression as he speaks of honouring the fallen. Her smile fades into something more introspective when he speaks of old fallen heroes. The weight of it is heavier for her than she shows, but she pushes past it quickly, a slight breath of air escaping her as she stands a little straighter. "It’s weird being here without having a lantern for Enzo," she murmurs, her voice dropping low and quiet, as though she’s speaking to the ground beneath them, before she hastily adds, "but good weird, of course."
But just as quickly as the moment passes, something colder shifts in the air. Flora’s attention snaps toward the sudden presence of Ludo. And as the herald reaches for Sohalia’s lantern for Harper, Flora's skin pales sharply, a breath pulling in as though the air itself has thickened. Without thinking, she steps closer to Kaisel, pressing herself into his side, fingers tightening around the umbrella.
