Flora
Flora doesn’t pull away when he tugs her back—just sinks into the brief pressure of his arms with a quiet kind of gratefulness that doesn’t need words. Her forehead still tingles where he kissed it as she murmurs, "So I take it you’ve heard about Jack." She doesn’t phrase it as a question. There’s no point. Torchline’s rumour mill worked faster than most postal services. "And now Koa and Sohalia are…" Her hand flutters vaguely in the air before dropping back to her side, her mouth tugging into a wry, resigned line. "Together? I guess?" Her voice is light, a little too airy to be careless; just Flora, aching and trying not to be.
Still, her fingers brush the controls with the care of someone handling a lover’s diary, reverent and curious all at once. The left-right thingy earns a raised brow, and she hums thoughtfully. "Gonna need a glossary at some point. Maybe flashcards? Illustrated ones. Maybe Everest could make me some." Despite the grin curling at her mouth, there’s real attention in the way she studies what he shows her, the pieces starting to click together in the way they always do when she’s given space to learn at her own chaotic pace.
Still, her fingers brush the controls with the care of someone handling a lover’s diary, reverent and curious all at once. The left-right thingy earns a raised brow, and she hums thoughtfully. "Gonna need a glossary at some point. Maybe flashcards? Illustrated ones. Maybe Everest could make me some." Despite the grin curling at her mouth, there’s real attention in the way she studies what he shows her, the pieces starting to click together in the way they always do when she’s given space to learn at her own chaotic pace.
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
Code stolen from Queen Sky
