flora
Flora snickers under her breath. "With all the hallucinogenic drugs up there, I wouldn’t be surprised," she says, the idea of Colt hacking off her hair landing somewhere between ridiculous and entirely plausible.
Danta's comment about the sand has her grinning like she’s personally responsible for it, shoulders easing back with a flicker of pride she doesn’t bother to hide. "I know it might be a little chilly for you," she says, flashing him a look that’s half challenge, half invitation, "but you really should come down during LongNight. It’s quite the party and I think you two would love it." If nothing else, there were lots of fires around and Torchline was at least warmer than the Grounds would be.
At the mention of Deimos, Flora pauses just long enough to make a show of considering it, her mouth pursing, brows knitting as though she’s weighing something genuinely tempting before she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I appreciate that, but we can let Deimos be the wildcard." Her gaze drops to the envelope as he gestures, fingers already reaching for it before she looks back up, brows lifting with quiet frown. "He’s still not happy about crows, huh?" She knew why of course, but it was an unhappy reminder just the same.
Danta's comment about the sand has her grinning like she’s personally responsible for it, shoulders easing back with a flicker of pride she doesn’t bother to hide. "I know it might be a little chilly for you," she says, flashing him a look that’s half challenge, half invitation, "but you really should come down during LongNight. It’s quite the party and I think you two would love it." If nothing else, there were lots of fires around and Torchline was at least warmer than the Grounds would be.
At the mention of Deimos, Flora pauses just long enough to make a show of considering it, her mouth pursing, brows knitting as though she’s weighing something genuinely tempting before she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I appreciate that, but we can let Deimos be the wildcard." Her gaze drops to the envelope as he gestures, fingers already reaching for it before she looks back up, brows lifting with quiet frown. "He’s still not happy about crows, huh?" She knew why of course, but it was an unhappy reminder just the same.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
