Enzo
Surely this will grow more difficult over the years as his frozen age becomes more apparent, but right now it's easy to forget. His hands are solid now as they tighten on his parents instead of incorporeal from inside Mort's halls. Pretending he's been away is easier; he hates to see them cry. Guilt is one of the few burdens he still carries in the afterlife, where most other regrets and grudges become meaningless.
His arms fall away to cinch tightly around Flora's waist, burying his face in her bare shoulder until only Safrin herself could measure the space between them. "Not as much as I've missed yours, stupider as it is." It's a wet murmur of childish competitive spirit the likes of stuck-out tongues and badly concealed middle fingers. Impropriety that had been entirely theirs alone.
Their dad's offer has Enzo pulling away enough to make a face, mischief dancing beyond the glaze of his eyes. "That sounds so elderly. Don't make more twins while we're gone, okay?" Because boring as Remi makes it sound, Enzo intends on doing exactly that. With that parting shot of brattiness, he hauls Flora onto his shoulder and strides off down the beach, her beautiful gown demoted to a bunch of fabric gathered in the back of her knees. "I'm going to shake the smile out of you since this is the second time you've ruined your makeup on my behalf," he dramatizes, jostling her slightly with each sandy step toward privacy.
His arms fall away to cinch tightly around Flora's waist, burying his face in her bare shoulder until only Safrin herself could measure the space between them. "Not as much as I've missed yours, stupider as it is." It's a wet murmur of childish competitive spirit the likes of stuck-out tongues and badly concealed middle fingers. Impropriety that had been entirely theirs alone.
Their dad's offer has Enzo pulling away enough to make a face, mischief dancing beyond the glaze of his eyes. "That sounds so elderly. Don't make more twins while we're gone, okay?" Because boring as Remi makes it sound, Enzo intends on doing exactly that. With that parting shot of brattiness, he hauls Flora onto his shoulder and strides off down the beach, her beautiful gown demoted to a bunch of fabric gathered in the back of her knees. "I'm going to shake the smile out of you since this is the second time you've ruined your makeup on my behalf," he dramatizes, jostling her slightly with each sandy step toward privacy.
I'll tell a guy I like him but only if I'm drunk
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
