flora
Flora glances up as Mateo steps into her room, already prepared to say something about How MeN r StuPiD SomEtImeS if only to give him a taste of his own medicine, but she swallows the joke before it can really form. Instead, she just exhales softly, shifting to make space for him, lifting the blanket in silent invitation. The bed will sink beneath his weight as Mateo climbs in beside her, and the moment he’s settled, Flora shifts to press against him, tucking herself into his warmth the way she has since they were kids. He smells like herbs and something sweet from that ridiculous drink he’d been sipping earlier, and Flora breathes it in, letting it soothe something raw inside her.
"You make the best tea," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers curling into the fabric of his silk shirt. And for a moment, she just listens—to the muffled hum of music and laughter from the streets below, to the distant echo of crashing waves, to the steady, familiar rhythm of her brother’s breathing.
The world is still spinning outside, revellers carrying on as if nothing has changed, but here, in the quiet of her room, everything finally feels still. And maybe, for tonight, that’s enough. "Love you," she murmurs sleepily, before the world goes completely quiet.
~FIN
"You make the best tea," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers curling into the fabric of his silk shirt. And for a moment, she just listens—to the muffled hum of music and laughter from the streets below, to the distant echo of crashing waves, to the steady, familiar rhythm of her brother’s breathing.
The world is still spinning outside, revellers carrying on as if nothing has changed, but here, in the quiet of her room, everything finally feels still. And maybe, for tonight, that’s enough. "Love you," she murmurs sleepily, before the world goes completely quiet.
~FIN
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
