never be so kind you forget to be clever
"Then go ask," Flora says softly, not moving away just yet. Still, her smile returns when he kisses her forehead, and the moment lingers between them like warmth from a fire that hasn’t gone out. "Finnnne," she sighs dramatically as he releases her. "But only because I’m tragically noble and unbelievably helpful now because of you." With a mock flourish, she selects one of the clean brushes and dips it in the paint like she’s drawing a sword.
The first strokes she adds to the boards are careful. Respectful. But it doesn’t take long before swirling vines begin to bloom along the edge of a window. Bright petals follow, spiraling across the frame in a tangle of colours no normal flower would dare wear together. She hums as she works, unapologetically filling the boat’s trim with a riot of florals that seem to grow louder the more she paints. "If this ends up looking like the garden of a deeply unwell fae child," Flora says cheerfully, without looking up, "just remember you invited me to help."
~FIN
The first strokes she adds to the boards are careful. Respectful. But it doesn’t take long before swirling vines begin to bloom along the edge of a window. Bright petals follow, spiraling across the frame in a tangle of colours no normal flower would dare wear together. She hums as she works, unapologetically filling the boat’s trim with a riot of florals that seem to grow louder the more she paints. "If this ends up looking like the garden of a deeply unwell fae child," Flora says cheerfully, without looking up, "just remember you invited me to help."
~FIN
