flora
Flora, who had never been one to wilt beneath any gaze, finds it suddenly extremely hard not to let her shoulders sag beneath the weight of Anju's knowing eyes. Pulling in a deep breath she finds herself wanting to choose her words quite carefully, a trait she wasn't particularly known for either.
Instead of voicing her lingering concerns, of trying to convince the dragoon that she could indeed rise to her expectations, Flora instead just raises her chin after taking a long swallow. 'When do we begin?' She asks, her mouth a thin line of determination before growing slightly crooked at the corners. It doesn't take long before she's beaming at the other woman, suddenly filled with a bright and youthful confidence she hadn't felt in years.
Instead of voicing her lingering concerns, of trying to convince the dragoon that she could indeed rise to her expectations, Flora instead just raises her chin after taking a long swallow. 'When do we begin?' She asks, her mouth a thin line of determination before growing slightly crooked at the corners. It doesn't take long before she's beaming at the other woman, suddenly filled with a bright and youthful confidence she hadn't felt in years.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
