Every muscle was liquid, her body floating in a warm, fragrant pool of bliss. It took far more of her usual drug of choice to give her such a feeling, but she had been no match against the opium. Perhaps she should have heeded the mistress who had tried to warn her against taking so much on her first dose. Her head rolled slowly, her senses hyper aware of the feeling of her hair brushing against golden skin -- feather light and tickling where it touches. She’s also aware of his touch against her rump, though it’s not too invasive that she might feel the need to intervene. She tugs gently on the small section of hair that she had managed to get a hold of, her response to his answer taking far longer than it should have.
”I guess.” She murmured, releasing him. Her eyes drifting shut, becoming a land of shadow and shapes. Her breath came slow and deep, threatening to send her down into the land of slumber if she was not careful. She loses her grip on his hair just as he speaks again, asking too many questions. He must be new. Her lids are heavy but she forces them open, adjusting her position to turn more in his direction. ”It’s a relaxant.” She says softly, thinking of the little she knew of this particular drug. ”Just something to make us feel good for a little while. Let go of all the bad things.” Her explanation is lazy at best, ad offers little personal information that he might use. At least she has the presence of mind not to spill her guts to a complete stranger.
She glances up briefly, her vision filed with cream and lavender instead of crisp steel. Florentine Her mind supplies a few moments later. She knows Florentine. It is a slow and languid process, she finds, trying to supply the information that she should know in the space of a breath. Instead it takes its time, like a trickling stream headed towards the ocean. Over the various rocks and rubble, through the valleys and trees, just taking it’s time know that eventually...it will get to where it has been headed all along.
”Flora.” She finally manages to say aloud, though apparently the Queen’s full name was far too hard a thing to say. ”I didn’t...expect you here.” She admits, pushing her nose closer to the dusk girl. ”Wow….” She murmurs, her eyes falling closed again as the heaviness of her particular dosage threatened to send her tumbling down. She began to hum softly, the notes long and straying, but she could not resist the urge.
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-shrug- idk what this is lmao
