your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Maybe what Flora reads in the dragoon's face isn't entirely faithful to what he's penned—there's a good deal of I've been an idiot in the twitching of his brows and no shortage of Sohalia means nothing to me in the flush of his cheeks as well as the attraction she can't help but miss—but gods she can't seem to pull away.
She doesn't want to.
Leaning forward ever so slightly, Flora's lips have parted entirely of their own accord as she inhales a soft breath, filling her lungs so that when Koa's lips finally meet hers, she won't have to come up for breath too soon. It isn't a first kiss by any stretch of the imagination, but something about the circumstances has it all feeling fresh and new. That he can't simply read her mind is as wonderful as it is vaguely torturous, and the tension of it all has a delicious heat kindling in her belly.
But then Koa's pulling away and the coral blush on the queen's cheeks suddenly flares with heat as if she'd been slapped. Her lips form around confused half-syllables that she can't give voice to if only because the breath she'd taken is now being held hostage in her lungs.
I don't -- want you
I want -- Sohalia
Oh. oh.
Sniffing in a breath that only overfills her lungs all the more, Flora has to bark out an uncomfortable cough as she pulls her hands out of his. "Sorry, no, yeah. I don't know what I was thinking." She whispers, dropping her eyes and giving her head a little shake. Reaching for the water, she thrust it into his lap before moving to stand. "I'm just...going to get you a blanket, for.." Where Flora was planning on getting a blanket or what the purpose was, not even she knew, only needing some sort of excuse to pull herself away.
She doesn't want to.
Leaning forward ever so slightly, Flora's lips have parted entirely of their own accord as she inhales a soft breath, filling her lungs so that when Koa's lips finally meet hers, she won't have to come up for breath too soon. It isn't a first kiss by any stretch of the imagination, but something about the circumstances has it all feeling fresh and new. That he can't simply read her mind is as wonderful as it is vaguely torturous, and the tension of it all has a delicious heat kindling in her belly.
But then Koa's pulling away and the coral blush on the queen's cheeks suddenly flares with heat as if she'd been slapped. Her lips form around confused half-syllables that she can't give voice to if only because the breath she'd taken is now being held hostage in her lungs.
I don't -- want you
I want -- Sohalia
Oh. oh.
Sniffing in a breath that only overfills her lungs all the more, Flora has to bark out an uncomfortable cough as she pulls her hands out of his. "Sorry, no, yeah. I don't know what I was thinking." She whispers, dropping her eyes and giving her head a little shake. Reaching for the water, she thrust it into his lap before moving to stand. "I'm just...going to get you a blanket, for.." Where Flora was planning on getting a blanket or what the purpose was, not even she knew, only needing some sort of excuse to pull herself away.
