flora
Not one to show any outward signs of nervousness (unless it benefited her, of course), Flora waited with calm composure as Hadama looked over the cardboard rectangles that she’d transformed into a verdant mess of texture. Inwardly though, her heart had begun to stutter-step in her chest and her stomach felt both weighed down with seawater and oddly buoyant at the same time. So when the mermanta rendered his verdict, it was with perhaps a slightly breathier exhale of relief that she beamed down at him.
“Perfect!” She trilled, drumming her fingers along the sides of her mood board. “Now we just have to decide on a theme..!” Before she could say more, Hadama’s question had Flora’s aqua gaze momentarily darkening before she shrugged away whatever melancholy was trying to settle in the curve of her smile. “Not really, no.” Though the Doubletake’s smile was still bright, there was a flicker of honesty in it that somehow subdued its shine. “Commitment is hard, you know?” Even for something as simple as a date to a ball.
“Perfect!” She trilled, drumming her fingers along the sides of her mood board. “Now we just have to decide on a theme..!” Before she could say more, Hadama’s question had Flora’s aqua gaze momentarily darkening before she shrugged away whatever melancholy was trying to settle in the curve of her smile. “Not really, no.” Though the Doubletake’s smile was still bright, there was a flicker of honesty in it that somehow subdued its shine. “Commitment is hard, you know?” Even for something as simple as a date to a ball.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
