[o] Your cherry lips knock me down

flora

Flora's breath catches—not out of fear, but in that sharp, electric way that happens when the world shifts all at once. Her arms tighten instinctively around Caden’s waist, not from hesitation but to anchor herself as twilight spills like ink across the sky, devouring the bright summer sun in a breathtaking sleight of hand. Frost scents the wind where brine once lingered, and the shimmer of northern lights ripples above like paintbrush strokes made just for them.

"Okay," she murmurs against his ear, a smile blooming slow and astonished across her lips. "You get half a point for dramatics."

Her hand—already caught beneath his—tightens briefly, not pulling away but returning the pressure with a silent, sardonic acknowledgment. Still pressed close behind him, she leans just enough to peer past his shoulder, curls tugged loose by the wind. "I hope this illusion doesn’t come with actual snow," she calls over the wind, her grin audible in her voice. "Because I didn’t exactly dress for a sleigh ride."

The gelding surges faster, and Flora throws her head back with a laugh, wild and bright, like something being shaken free. "Alright, magic man," she dares over the roar of sand and illusion, "what’s the rest of your pitch? Because so far I’ve got free unicorn rides, auroras on demand, and moderate flirtation. You trying to get me to join a cult?"

I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!