flora
The Ahi Coast sparkles beneath the Flowerbirth sun, waves rolling onto the shore in gentle, whispering sighs. Flora stands barefoot in the sand, chic and perfectly suited to the vibrant hues of the season—her airy lavender sundress fluttering softly around her knees, gold jewelry glinting at her wrists and throat like trapped sunlight. But there’s a subtle dissonance today, an edge of carelessness to her usually impeccable appearance: her curls tousled and windblown, the ribbon at her waist tied unevenly, her makeup smudged ever so slightly around the corners of her aqua eyes.
She doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Instead, she takes another indulgent sip from the vivid purple smoothie in her hand, savouring the taste with a quiet, easy hum of pleasure. Her gaze is fixed toward Starfall, watching the distant horizon with a dreamy, almost distracted smile curling at her lips. It’s beautiful out there, she thinks absently, unbothered by the purple stains already dotting her fingertips, or the faint smudge at the corner of her mouth.
The sea breeze ruffles her hair again, and she lifts her chin slightly, smile widening. Flora feels wonderful—lighter, freer somehow as if all those complicated thoughts and burdens she used to carry around have finally drifted away on the tide.
For once, she isn’t worried about what might come next.
After all, Dahlia had said everything was going perfectly.
She doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Instead, she takes another indulgent sip from the vivid purple smoothie in her hand, savouring the taste with a quiet, easy hum of pleasure. Her gaze is fixed toward Starfall, watching the distant horizon with a dreamy, almost distracted smile curling at her lips. It’s beautiful out there, she thinks absently, unbothered by the purple stains already dotting her fingertips, or the faint smudge at the corner of her mouth.
The sea breeze ruffles her hair again, and she lifts her chin slightly, smile widening. Flora feels wonderful—lighter, freer somehow as if all those complicated thoughts and burdens she used to carry around have finally drifted away on the tide.
For once, she isn’t worried about what might come next.
After all, Dahlia had said everything was going perfectly.
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?
