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"Yeah," Flora replies with a bright laugh, her eyes half-rolling before seeming to sparkle with amusement. "Literally all of them. That's why I'd never want that for you." A life of being a hero? Of being at everyone's beck and call? Of having to throw yourself into danger for a bunch of ungrateful nobodies who'd just as soon criticize you behind your back than lend a hand? The queen sighs, and luckily for them both just as Koa was ignorant of the truth behind his comment about pirates, Flora was likewise as in the dark about his potential to become a demigod.
More than happy to leave that and any other conversation for another time, Flora melts softly against Koa's lips as her fingers glide into his hair once again. Though the heat that had rapidly kindled in her belly as he'd tossed them both into the waves was now a mild simmer, still it kept her warm enough that the splash of salt water against her shoulders was refreshing instead of cold. "If I close my eyes...it just feels like it's us out here." She hums, and, doing just that, Flora imagines that they're somewhere far out to sea—on a life raft perhaps, or on one of the floating islands. Just the two of them, somewhere where the complexities of their past choices didn't matter, and the only thing that could ever come between them was the spray of the ocean.
Brushing her nose sweetly against his, her fingers trickling down his neck and onto his shoulders, the queen sighs softly. Not bothering to correct his metaphor—you couldn't get away with being named Flora and having a botanist for a brother without learning a thing or two—because actually yeah, it was the thought that counted. "Okay." She whispers, her lips pressing the word against his own as if to seal it there.
Glancing over her shoulder, aqua eyes scanning the beach where Vox had set up his strange little gift exchange, the queen sighs. "We should probably go." She murmurs reluctantly, turning her head to face him with her lips set in a lopsided smile. "I'll have to tell Hadama that that just happened."
More than happy to leave that and any other conversation for another time, Flora melts softly against Koa's lips as her fingers glide into his hair once again. Though the heat that had rapidly kindled in her belly as he'd tossed them both into the waves was now a mild simmer, still it kept her warm enough that the splash of salt water against her shoulders was refreshing instead of cold. "If I close my eyes...it just feels like it's us out here." She hums, and, doing just that, Flora imagines that they're somewhere far out to sea—on a life raft perhaps, or on one of the floating islands. Just the two of them, somewhere where the complexities of their past choices didn't matter, and the only thing that could ever come between them was the spray of the ocean.
Brushing her nose sweetly against his, her fingers trickling down his neck and onto his shoulders, the queen sighs softly. Not bothering to correct his metaphor—you couldn't get away with being named Flora and having a botanist for a brother without learning a thing or two—because actually yeah, it was the thought that counted. "Okay." She whispers, her lips pressing the word against his own as if to seal it there.
Glancing over her shoulder, aqua eyes scanning the beach where Vox had set up his strange little gift exchange, the queen sighs. "We should probably go." She murmurs reluctantly, turning her head to face him with her lips set in a lopsided smile. "I'll have to tell Hadama that that just happened."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
