flora
Flora blinks as Sohalia pulls out the small box, her head tilting slightly as curiosity flickers across her features. "You got me a gift?" she asks, surprised but undeniably delighted. Reaching for the box, she lifts the lid, and the moment her eyes land on the bracelet inside, her expression softens into something warm, something fond.
"Oh, Soh," she breathes, gently lifting the bangle from the box, the aquamarine stones catching the light in a way that reminds her of the ocean, of home. Of herself. It's thoughtful—so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelry—and that only makes the guilt twist a little sharper in her chest. "This is gorgeous," she murmurs, slipping it onto her wrist immediately before flashing her friend a sheepish smile.
"But now I feel like an ass, because I didn’t get you anything." Her lips curve into a teasing smirk, but there's a genuine twinge of regret behind it. "Seriously, what kind of friend am I?" Flora huffs in mock offence before shooting Sohalia a more mischievous grin. "Guess I’ll just have to make it up to you somehow."
She tilts her head, considering. "Maybe I’ll help you find the best place to live," she muses, glancing toward her friend. "Or maybe I’ll just take you out for drinks and get you stupidly drunk on Torchline rum. Whichever you’d prefer." She grins.
"Hopefully both."
~FIN
"Oh, Soh," she breathes, gently lifting the bangle from the box, the aquamarine stones catching the light in a way that reminds her of the ocean, of home. Of herself. It's thoughtful—so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelry—and that only makes the guilt twist a little sharper in her chest. "This is gorgeous," she murmurs, slipping it onto her wrist immediately before flashing her friend a sheepish smile.
"But now I feel like an ass, because I didn’t get you anything." Her lips curve into a teasing smirk, but there's a genuine twinge of regret behind it. "Seriously, what kind of friend am I?" Flora huffs in mock offence before shooting Sohalia a more mischievous grin. "Guess I’ll just have to make it up to you somehow."
She tilts her head, considering. "Maybe I’ll help you find the best place to live," she muses, glancing toward her friend. "Or maybe I’ll just take you out for drinks and get you stupidly drunk on Torchline rum. Whichever you’d prefer." She grins.
"Hopefully both."
~FIN
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
