flora
"Just checking to see if you'd melt." Flora says apologetically, even if her eyes suggest an entirely different motive. "Life's too short for too many virtues." She agrees with a snort. "Or...for some of us it is." Did the Ancient's live longer, the way the ascended had? Or could they just survive the years in their stasis state? Though she didn't know, such thoughts had a much more interesting question bubbling to her lips.
'Your blood mmm? So does that mean..." Slowly, because who would hurry with the weather as hot as it was? Flora's eyes rove down Danta's body, ricocheting back up only once they'd settled on his crotch. "...everything works? Talk of heat and life and pleasure, has me thinking yes, but then...I'd have thought that about the Ascended, too."
'Your blood mmm? So does that mean..." Slowly, because who would hurry with the weather as hot as it was? Flora's eyes rove down Danta's body, ricocheting back up only once they'd settled on his crotch. "...everything works? Talk of heat and life and pleasure, has me thinking yes, but then...I'd have thought that about the Ascended, too."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
