Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
"Gods, Soh!" Flora’s voice rings out from the shore, high and taut with adrenaline as she scrambles down the rocks toward the water’s edge. Her boots slip slightly in the damp sand, but she’s already stashing her daggers, sprinting the last few steps until the cold spray kisses her legs. She doesn’t care about the soaked hem of her pants or the flecks of salt catching in her curls. Her eyes are fixed on Sohalia, wild with worry despite the bravado she’s been leaning on like a crutch. "Are you okay?" she breathes, scanning the other woman for signs of injury, hands hovering like she might need to reach out but isn’t sure where. "No bites? No puncture wounds? No weird shark curses or lingering trauma?" This was the Greatwood after all.
Her gaze flicks toward the struggling swimmer now flopping inelegantly onto the sand, but she doesn't spare him more than a cursory glance. He’s alive. Mission accomplished.
"You scared the shit out of me," she mutters, voice still pitched high with the remnants of fear. Then, without waiting, she lunges forward to pull Sohalia into a soaking, saltwater hug, as fierce and fast as the tides. And with that, the moment hangs—somewhere between laughter and breathlessness, the kind of relief that only comes when danger has finally passed. The sharks churn uselessly in the shallows, the idiot swimmer coughs up half the ocean on the sand, and Flora just stands there, arm around her best friend, salt stinging her eyes, heart pounding a little too hard in her chest.
~FIN
Her gaze flicks toward the struggling swimmer now flopping inelegantly onto the sand, but she doesn't spare him more than a cursory glance. He’s alive. Mission accomplished.
"You scared the shit out of me," she mutters, voice still pitched high with the remnants of fear. Then, without waiting, she lunges forward to pull Sohalia into a soaking, saltwater hug, as fierce and fast as the tides. And with that, the moment hangs—somewhere between laughter and breathlessness, the kind of relief that only comes when danger has finally passed. The sharks churn uselessly in the shallows, the idiot swimmer coughs up half the ocean on the sand, and Flora just stands there, arm around her best friend, salt stinging her eyes, heart pounding a little too hard in her chest.
~FIN
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
