your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
This was precisely the problem with the whole forgive but never forget mentality so many had preached to Flora. The, they only get one chance, or the mantras of slay queen! he doesn't deserve you! Enzo had said it, Ronin had said it, Sunjata had said it, Remi would have said it if I threaded with myself, her mother had said; only with Koa's cheek pressed against her palm and his body leaning against her own, gods but she suddenly couldn't remember the whys of the arguments they'd all made, no matter how reasonable it had sounded at the time. Instead, all she could focus on was the way his body, so wonderfully strong and brimming with skill moments before, now felt wonderfully boyish pressed against her.
Blushing as Koa's eyes drink her in the way only his can, Flora lowers her gaze for a moment as she tries to reel the edges of her smile back into place. "Sorry, there's a very strict no passing out rule back here." She murmurs apologetically, hazarding a quick look up at him that's meant to last only for a moment. Only then his fingertips are softly pressing against her cheek and even though she should look away, Flora can't seem to find her way out of the bronze sea of his stare. "No problem." She whispers, her voice utterly without shape such is the way his touch has unravelled her. "You should...uhm, probably drink some, as well." This was her cue to hand him the bottle, but between the pull of his gaze and the nearness of his mouth to hers, the Doubletake was as overwhelmed by the racing of her own thoughts as the pounding of her heart.
Kiss him!
Don't kiss him
Don't play games.
But what if it's real—
But how could you ever trust him?
Blushing as Koa's eyes drink her in the way only his can, Flora lowers her gaze for a moment as she tries to reel the edges of her smile back into place. "Sorry, there's a very strict no passing out rule back here." She murmurs apologetically, hazarding a quick look up at him that's meant to last only for a moment. Only then his fingertips are softly pressing against her cheek and even though she should look away, Flora can't seem to find her way out of the bronze sea of his stare. "No problem." She whispers, her voice utterly without shape such is the way his touch has unravelled her. "You should...uhm, probably drink some, as well." This was her cue to hand him the bottle, but between the pull of his gaze and the nearness of his mouth to hers, the Doubletake was as overwhelmed by the racing of her own thoughts as the pounding of her heart.
Kiss him!
Don't kiss him
Don't play games.
But what if it's real—
But how could you ever trust him?
