flora
Though it wasn't very cold, Flora was still wrapped in an oversized turtleneck that covered her from her chin down to her midthighs, which were currently bare, indicating that this choice of dress was one borne out of fashion rather than practicality. Though the girl had gone through a long period of mourning, after having been briefly reunited with her twin, Flora had taken Enzo's challenge of living for the both of them quite seriously and had returned to her whimsical and impractical ways with a flourish.
Holding one of her feather-daggers between heavily ringed fingers, Flora threw it with lazy intent, watching with mild interest as it thunk into the sand. With a wave of her fingers, it returned immediately to the sand only to be tossed haphazardly again. Such would be the sight Melita would see when she arrived.
Holding one of her feather-daggers between heavily ringed fingers, Flora threw it with lazy intent, watching with mild interest as it thunk into the sand. With a wave of her fingers, it returned immediately to the sand only to be tossed haphazardly again. Such would be the sight Melita would see when she arrived.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
