walk me home in the dead of night
Pale, looking and feeling as weightless and unsustainable as a ghost, Flora trickles along behind Paige. She hardly knows where they're going—not that it matters—but as they slide through a door, Flora has to blink more than a few times to let her eyes adjust.
'Mmmm, it smells so good in here.' Compliments had always come easily to Flora, and though this was said without the girl's normal sparkle, it was certainly true. The more unsavoury scents from the brothel were well disguised by a floral canopy of smells that seemed to hang in the air.
Kneeling down and picking absently at one of her sleeves, she glances up at the mention of Snapdragon, before turning her gaze to the small case in Paige's hands. "Uhm.." Briefly, she considers lying. It's what she would normally have done, but...gods, what was the point? "No. Mateo makes it, but I've never..." Trailing off, she shakes her head.
'Mmmm, it smells so good in here.' Compliments had always come easily to Flora, and though this was said without the girl's normal sparkle, it was certainly true. The more unsavoury scents from the brothel were well disguised by a floral canopy of smells that seemed to hang in the air.
Kneeling down and picking absently at one of her sleeves, she glances up at the mention of Snapdragon, before turning her gaze to the small case in Paige's hands. "Uhm.." Briefly, she considers lying. It's what she would normally have done, but...gods, what was the point? "No. Mateo makes it, but I've never..." Trailing off, she shakes her head.
