lay your soul onto mine
Flora's eyes narrowed; Hadama's leisurely pace was characteristic, yet it hinted at the subterfuge she was almost certain awaited her. She thought herself clever, having hidden her compass within the padding of her bikini top—a slight bulge that she doubted Hadama would openly scrutinize given where his eyes would have to focus to do so.
Yet, what her cunning hadn't accounted for was Hadama's capacity for short-distance teleportation. Before she could even reach for her invisibility ring or trigger her escape plan by slapping her own boob, Hadama's hand shot out from the water, the sharp point of a rose in his large palm piercing her calf. The pain was sharp, a bright lance through her leg, but it paled in comparison to the sudden rush of sensations that followed.
As the rose's thorn sank into her flesh, a cascade of vivid colours burst behind her eyes, the oppressive violet haze that had clouded her thoughts shattering like glass. A deep, visceral relief washed over her, as intense and real as the steam from Frey's Breath around her. It was as if a heavy veil had been lifted, the world coming into focus with a clarity that was almost overwhelming.
Breathing heavily, Flora steadied herself, the immediate area around the wound throbbing painfully yet strangely alive. She looked up at Hadama, her expression one of mixed shock and gratitude. "Hadama," she breathed out, her voice steadier than she felt. "...ohmygodsthankyou."
Without even thinking about it, Flora let herself fall forward into the water, sending a cascade of water erupting out from where she splashed in only so that she could wrap her arms tightly around the Tidebreaker's shoulders. "Please don't be too mad at me," she whispered against the strong cords of his neck. "I know what I did was crazy, but...but it worked, right?" Pulling back enough to search his face, the queen pulled in an unsteady breath. "Spice gave you the vial?"
Yet, what her cunning hadn't accounted for was Hadama's capacity for short-distance teleportation. Before she could even reach for her invisibility ring or trigger her escape plan by slapping her own boob, Hadama's hand shot out from the water, the sharp point of a rose in his large palm piercing her calf. The pain was sharp, a bright lance through her leg, but it paled in comparison to the sudden rush of sensations that followed.
As the rose's thorn sank into her flesh, a cascade of vivid colours burst behind her eyes, the oppressive violet haze that had clouded her thoughts shattering like glass. A deep, visceral relief washed over her, as intense and real as the steam from Frey's Breath around her. It was as if a heavy veil had been lifted, the world coming into focus with a clarity that was almost overwhelming.
Breathing heavily, Flora steadied herself, the immediate area around the wound throbbing painfully yet strangely alive. She looked up at Hadama, her expression one of mixed shock and gratitude. "Hadama," she breathed out, her voice steadier than she felt. "...ohmygodsthankyou."
Without even thinking about it, Flora let herself fall forward into the water, sending a cascade of water erupting out from where she splashed in only so that she could wrap her arms tightly around the Tidebreaker's shoulders. "Please don't be too mad at me," she whispered against the strong cords of his neck. "I know what I did was crazy, but...but it worked, right?" Pulling back enough to search his face, the queen pulled in an unsteady breath. "Spice gave you the vial?"
