Enzo
Enzo slides down to the sand beside her, fitting against her like puzzle pieces even with the sneakily growing years that come between them. "All the way? No, but I had my fair share of fun giving and receiving from all sorts." The bartender from their last visit to the Hanged Man is the last he can recall. There's a bittersweetness to his lack of experience but regret is hard to feel in Mort's perfect realm; it's painfully easy to feel here.
His fingers slide between hers as his free hand comes to draw nonsensical patterns on the smooth skin of the back of her hand. It reminds him of late nights playing this exact game, guessing letters and words traced on empty patches of skin when the moon had been too faint for open eyes to sneak hints. There's so much he's missed. How much of this hurt could he have prevented if he'd been here?
Enzo doesn't try to hide the disgruntled cut of his expression as the words finally tumble to a stop. "First of all, gross. Isn't there an unspoken girl code with at least two separate rules on that?" Mateo is their brother - which actually sparks an epiphany. "Sounds like gold digging to me," he sniffs dismissively, passing swift and flawless judgment. With a family like theirs, it's no surprise people would want to leverage that power by holding Flora's heart. "And second of all, where in Ludo's raggedy britches did your standards go?" Turning to face her fully, Enzo lifts their tangled hands to press a frowning kiss to her knuckles, his drawn brows and intense eyes staring at her over their tangled fingers. "Even the greatest sex in Caido doesn't give a guy with literally nothing to offer a pass to string you along. You're gorgeous, you're well-connected, and you're literally a queen. So it's clearly not just hooking up if you're letting it happen." There's plenty of fish in the sea for a coastal spot like Torchline if she wanted a more reliable booty call, and she'd had Jack to fall back on, so what gives? "Unless you want to start dating? 'Cuz the only reason I see to not wipe the board is if you're catching feelings." Enzo wouldn't be surprised given the tragic-romance vibes of their plentiful parents, it's in their blood to crave that sort of connection even if it cuts their fun short. He has opinions lurking on his tongue but his eyes never leave hers, hunting for any hint that she might try to downplay her answer.
His fingers slide between hers as his free hand comes to draw nonsensical patterns on the smooth skin of the back of her hand. It reminds him of late nights playing this exact game, guessing letters and words traced on empty patches of skin when the moon had been too faint for open eyes to sneak hints. There's so much he's missed. How much of this hurt could he have prevented if he'd been here?
Enzo doesn't try to hide the disgruntled cut of his expression as the words finally tumble to a stop. "First of all, gross. Isn't there an unspoken girl code with at least two separate rules on that?" Mateo is their brother - which actually sparks an epiphany. "Sounds like gold digging to me," he sniffs dismissively, passing swift and flawless judgment. With a family like theirs, it's no surprise people would want to leverage that power by holding Flora's heart. "And second of all, where in Ludo's raggedy britches did your standards go?" Turning to face her fully, Enzo lifts their tangled hands to press a frowning kiss to her knuckles, his drawn brows and intense eyes staring at her over their tangled fingers. "Even the greatest sex in Caido doesn't give a guy with literally nothing to offer a pass to string you along. You're gorgeous, you're well-connected, and you're literally a queen. So it's clearly not just hooking up if you're letting it happen." There's plenty of fish in the sea for a coastal spot like Torchline if she wanted a more reliable booty call, and she'd had Jack to fall back on, so what gives? "Unless you want to start dating? 'Cuz the only reason I see to not wipe the board is if you're catching feelings." Enzo wouldn't be surprised given the tragic-romance vibes of their plentiful parents, it's in their blood to crave that sort of connection even if it cuts their fun short. He has opinions lurking on his tongue but his eyes never leave hers, hunting for any hint that she might try to downplay her answer.
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
