never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora’s grin curves sharp and sudden, like sunlight through storm clouds. "Who do you think I got that particular trait from?" she quips, one brow arched as she sips at her tea again. "If you’re really that worried about running out of chances," she adds more gently, her voice dipping lower, "then yeah. Maybe you should ask."
She moves then, stepping over paint cans and scattered tools with the grace of someone who’s grown up dodging chaos (and creating it). Sliding her arms around Ronin’s middle, she presses her cheek to his back, the scent of varnish and salt and home settling around her like a blanket. Her sigh is quiet, but it breathes warmth into the moment, her thanks murmured into his shoulder.
"I know I’m being a shit," she says softly, not letting go. "But thanks. For the boat. For... not arguing harder. For always helping me even when I make it hard." Her fingers tighten just slightly around him before she adds, "You and Dad are still the gold standard, you know. For what love should look like. So... sorry if I’m holding it all to that."
She moves then, stepping over paint cans and scattered tools with the grace of someone who’s grown up dodging chaos (and creating it). Sliding her arms around Ronin’s middle, she presses her cheek to his back, the scent of varnish and salt and home settling around her like a blanket. Her sigh is quiet, but it breathes warmth into the moment, her thanks murmured into his shoulder.
"I know I’m being a shit," she says softly, not letting go. "But thanks. For the boat. For... not arguing harder. For always helping me even when I make it hard." Her fingers tighten just slightly around him before she adds, "You and Dad are still the gold standard, you know. For what love should look like. So... sorry if I’m holding it all to that."
