flora
Flora, fashionably late, raised a hand to her merfriend and waved a many-ringed hand in his direction both as a greeting and to get his attention. This was likely unnecessary, as Flora's massive flowing white gown caught the light as it billowed around her. Looking like some bohemian bride with her curls, bare feet, and bright red lipstick, she sashayed across the sands and toward the canals clutching the moodboard she'd made, having prepared for this meeting but not for the rain that was sure to come at some point.
"Heya!" The Doubletake chimed once she was close enough. Brushing back a bit of hair caught against her lips, Flora flashes another smile as she plops down daintily at the water's edge.
"Heya!" The Doubletake chimed once she was close enough. Brushing back a bit of hair caught against her lips, Flora flashes another smile as she plops down daintily at the water's edge.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more