your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Though on this occasion in particular Flora hadn't been trying to run just to see if Koa would stop or follow her, that his hand was suddenly tangled around hers caused a breathy little moan to escape her lips as she spun around, her heart suddenly in her throat. Disantly she thought that they should have been standing out in the rain or on the beach at the very least, with Flora in a nice dress and Koa with his hair pushed back from his eyes looking impossibly handsome. That's where they should have been having this conversation, instead they were hidden away with Flora looking tired and Koa's sweatshirt hopelessly bloodied.
"No, I do feel the same." Flora interrupts, her fingers suddenly clutching desperately at Koa's. "I...I really like you, I just didn't know—" That she was competing with someone else? That there was a time-limit? That she was meant to declare her interest in some more official capacity than moaning his name on the Rainbow Road for all to hear? That just thinking I love you wasn't enough?
"Shut up." Her laughter feels like a betrayel—of the moment, of her feelings, of how childishly fucked up all of this was—but Flora can't help her smile as she reaches out to playfully slap away the hand over his heart. "You aren't allowed to make me laugh." She scolds.
Wanting little else than to simply stretch up onto her toes and place her lips upon Koa's, throwing caution and heartache to the wind as what inevitably happened in her brother's romance novels, instead Flora forced her eyes to lower—no, gods, not to his lips—in an attempt to follow his lead and break them out of the cycle they'd found themselves in. "I just...I don't know how I'm supposed to forget how it all feels." She murmurs softly, staring at a smear of blood on his sweater and thinking that she should tell him to take it off so that she could wash it before it stained.
"I don't want to be, like, on our wedding day still bringing up shit from the past, you know." She adds, laughing softly and hazarding a look up at him through her lashes.
"No, I do feel the same." Flora interrupts, her fingers suddenly clutching desperately at Koa's. "I...I really like you, I just didn't know—" That she was competing with someone else? That there was a time-limit? That she was meant to declare her interest in some more official capacity than moaning his name on the Rainbow Road for all to hear? That just thinking I love you wasn't enough?
"Shut up." Her laughter feels like a betrayel—of the moment, of her feelings, of how childishly fucked up all of this was—but Flora can't help her smile as she reaches out to playfully slap away the hand over his heart. "You aren't allowed to make me laugh." She scolds.
Wanting little else than to simply stretch up onto her toes and place her lips upon Koa's, throwing caution and heartache to the wind as what inevitably happened in her brother's romance novels, instead Flora forced her eyes to lower—no, gods, not to his lips—in an attempt to follow his lead and break them out of the cycle they'd found themselves in. "I just...I don't know how I'm supposed to forget how it all feels." She murmurs softly, staring at a smear of blood on his sweater and thinking that she should tell him to take it off so that she could wash it before it stained.
"I don't want to be, like, on our wedding day still bringing up shit from the past, you know." She adds, laughing softly and hazarding a look up at him through her lashes.
