flora
It's a blessing, really, that his gaze is lower than her own because it affords her the time to be able to look at him as she hasn't been able to in months. Too busy trying to appear aloof and effortlessly beautiful during the appreciation event and too instantly relieved and then furious with him when he'd washed up on her shores, it felt like ages since she'd been able to actually see him without either of them posturing to be or seem more than they actually were.
Clearing her throat softly as a hush seemed to envelop the room, Flora's eyes flitted from the slope of Koa's eyelashes down to the flush on his cheeks. In another lifetime she'd have reached out and tried to smear the colour away, joking that he was wearing blush in an attempt to draw out even more pigment from his skin. Now, she could only quietly meditate on his tanned complexion while silently willing his eyes both to stay right where they were, but also to rise and meet her own.
Parting her lips to speak—and say what?—Flora busied herself with kicking off her other shoe, and when it clattered to the ground, she made a show of being concerned about where it had fallen in order to buy herself more time before having to reply. When silence descended once more, the Doubletake shifted uncomfortably as she tried to position herself toward him, but also not at the same time.
"But I thought you said you didn't want to fight anymore." She said in a low voice; now it was her turn to drop her eyes, her breath held in a knot at the back of her throat.
Clearing her throat softly as a hush seemed to envelop the room, Flora's eyes flitted from the slope of Koa's eyelashes down to the flush on his cheeks. In another lifetime she'd have reached out and tried to smear the colour away, joking that he was wearing blush in an attempt to draw out even more pigment from his skin. Now, she could only quietly meditate on his tanned complexion while silently willing his eyes both to stay right where they were, but also to rise and meet her own.
Parting her lips to speak—and say what?—Flora busied herself with kicking off her other shoe, and when it clattered to the ground, she made a show of being concerned about where it had fallen in order to buy herself more time before having to reply. When silence descended once more, the Doubletake shifted uncomfortably as she tried to position herself toward him, but also not at the same time.
"But I thought you said you didn't want to fight anymore." She said in a low voice; now it was her turn to drop her eyes, her breath held in a knot at the back of her throat.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
