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"Do we even know any other way?" Flora counters dryly. Perhaps it was a consequence of a relationship born out of serendipity and sarcasm that moments which might turn into something real were necessarily ruined.
"You..?" Forgetting herself, Flora tries to sit up as if she might swing her legs off the couch and lean forward to peer down at the dragoon. No sooner has her brain sent this thought down to her legs than pain throbs up from her ankle and her body tenses instantly in response. Sighing with annoyance and forcing herself to relax, Flora can do little more than try and rest her cheek fully against the pillow as she listens.
"I loved it." The Doubletake interrupts softly, realizing now that it hadn't just been aqua stones, but aqua stones inlaid in copper. It occurs to Flora as Koa speaks that he's saying exactly all of the right things—thinking of her when she wasn't around, wondering how things would look on her, worrying over her reactions—so why did it feel so hollow? Was it because everything there had ever been between them had been left untended for so long as to have dried up and blown away entirely? Was it because her affections had been moved, out of necessity as much as petulant pride, somewhere deep and dark leaving the room of their budding romance barren?
"Sometimes?" She asks ruefully, the barb an entirely harmless one. "Don't look at me like that. You know I can't stay mad at you when you do." Flora complains through a tentative smile, stretching out one of her hands as if to paw the puppy-dog eyes right off of his face.
"You..?" Forgetting herself, Flora tries to sit up as if she might swing her legs off the couch and lean forward to peer down at the dragoon. No sooner has her brain sent this thought down to her legs than pain throbs up from her ankle and her body tenses instantly in response. Sighing with annoyance and forcing herself to relax, Flora can do little more than try and rest her cheek fully against the pillow as she listens.
"I loved it." The Doubletake interrupts softly, realizing now that it hadn't just been aqua stones, but aqua stones inlaid in copper. It occurs to Flora as Koa speaks that he's saying exactly all of the right things—thinking of her when she wasn't around, wondering how things would look on her, worrying over her reactions—so why did it feel so hollow? Was it because everything there had ever been between them had been left untended for so long as to have dried up and blown away entirely? Was it because her affections had been moved, out of necessity as much as petulant pride, somewhere deep and dark leaving the room of their budding romance barren?
"Sometimes?" She asks ruefully, the barb an entirely harmless one. "Don't look at me like that. You know I can't stay mad at you when you do." Flora complains through a tentative smile, stretching out one of her hands as if to paw the puppy-dog eyes right off of his face.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
