Soleil
Should Sol be the one to look back while running since she’s taller? Wait, but are her legs longer? That’s what would matter right? Flora has killer legs - carpet in that bag of yours? - so would it - “What?” - wait, not the time, also what?
Luckily as she tries to turn her head over her shoulder to look at Flora somewhere past blinding sun on egg-water and her own curls stabbing her eyes, she instead finds salvation. Pointing, Soleil urges through huffed breaths, “Rock!” Sunbleached as it is it hides in plain sight, more sloped than she’d prefer with teeth at her heels but beggars and all that.
Turning mid-stride, Soleil wobbles on the loose sand and the strap of her sandal snaps and nearly takes her down (which would have also meant Flora, ice-skating-couple style). The sand is hotter than Safrin’s tits and makes her yelp, but she kicks off the shoe regardless. “Go go go, ladies first!” Soleil rubber bands their connected arms to launch Flora forward toward the rock while she spins to watch their back while the Doubletake climbs. Oooh, that’s gonna be hot. The rock, that is. Ouch.
Luckily as she tries to turn her head over her shoulder to look at Flora somewhere past blinding sun on egg-water and her own curls stabbing her eyes, she instead finds salvation. Pointing, Soleil urges through huffed breaths, “Rock!” Sunbleached as it is it hides in plain sight, more sloped than she’d prefer with teeth at her heels but beggars and all that.
Turning mid-stride, Soleil wobbles on the loose sand and the strap of her sandal snaps and nearly takes her down (which would have also meant Flora, ice-skating-couple style). The sand is hotter than Safrin’s tits and makes her yelp, but she kicks off the shoe regardless. “Go go go, ladies first!” Soleil rubber bands their connected arms to launch Flora forward toward the rock while she spins to watch their back while the Doubletake climbs. Oooh, that’s gonna be hot. The rock, that is. Ouch.
sunkissed even in my darkest hours
