flora
Flora sighs softly at Hadama's gentle words, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind them smooth away some of the sharper edges of her earlier frustrations. "I mean, Sunjata was already infected, Deimos doesn't really seem like the type to be able to charm Dahlia, and I'm sure not going to risk you going to talk to her," she chuckles quietly, offering a small, sheepish smile as her shoulders lift in a faint shrug. "And I know everyone is just trying to protect each other. But it's hard not to feel like I'm being treated like I can't handle myself, you know?" Her voice softens, a grateful warmth blooming behind her eyes as she meets Hadama’s steady, reassuring gaze. "Anyway, thanks for not thinking I'm totally crazy. And for being so patient."
She chuckles then, the tension easing further from her shoulders as she returns to the soothing rhythm of smoothing pink mud onto her face. Hadama’s teasing comment earns an exaggerated gasp from her, amusement twinkling vividly in her eyes. "Hey! Frosting is totally different," she retorts playfully, lips twitching as she suppresses a laugh. "Way tastier than mud, though less effective for stress."
She’s just about to lean back and fully embrace the relaxation of their spa moment when Hadama's entire demeanour shifts, the sudden awe in his expression causing her heart to skip curiously. "Mmm?" she murmurs, her voice filled with quiet confusion as she turns swiftly, the cucumber slices falling from her eyes to land softly in the warm waters below.
And then she sees it.
There, rising serenely from the swirling steam and glistening waters, is a lily—breathtakingly beautiful, pure white with intricate veins of turquoise and gold shimmering delicately on each petal. Flora's breath catches sharply in her throat, eyes widening in stunned disbelief. "Shut the fuck up," she whispers, voice full of awe as she moves swiftly after the Tidebreaker, water swirling around her thighs as she sinks beside him, gaze locked reverently on the mythical bloom.
"It's—holy gods" she breathes, hardly daring to blink for fear it might vanish into thin air. Her fingertips hover hesitantly near its luminous petals, gaze shifting briefly to meet Hadama’s eyes, alight with wonder.
She chuckles then, the tension easing further from her shoulders as she returns to the soothing rhythm of smoothing pink mud onto her face. Hadama’s teasing comment earns an exaggerated gasp from her, amusement twinkling vividly in her eyes. "Hey! Frosting is totally different," she retorts playfully, lips twitching as she suppresses a laugh. "Way tastier than mud, though less effective for stress."
She’s just about to lean back and fully embrace the relaxation of their spa moment when Hadama's entire demeanour shifts, the sudden awe in his expression causing her heart to skip curiously. "Mmm?" she murmurs, her voice filled with quiet confusion as she turns swiftly, the cucumber slices falling from her eyes to land softly in the warm waters below.
And then she sees it.
There, rising serenely from the swirling steam and glistening waters, is a lily—breathtakingly beautiful, pure white with intricate veins of turquoise and gold shimmering delicately on each petal. Flora's breath catches sharply in her throat, eyes widening in stunned disbelief. "Shut the fuck up," she whispers, voice full of awe as she moves swiftly after the Tidebreaker, water swirling around her thighs as she sinks beside him, gaze locked reverently on the mythical bloom.
"It's—holy gods" she breathes, hardly daring to blink for fear it might vanish into thin air. Her fingertips hover hesitantly near its luminous petals, gaze shifting briefly to meet Hadama’s eyes, alight with wonder.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
