with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora laughed softly under her breath, the sound fogging in the chill. "I mean, as someone who’s already died... it’s not that bad," she said breezily, bending to scoop another handful of shimmering snow into her jar. "Don’t recommend it, obviously," she added with a flicker of dry humour, "but if I survived being dead, I'm sure it'd be a walk in the park for you." Lies. Bold-faced ones. Dying had been the worst thing that had ever happened to her—but what else could she do but bluff about it now?
She straightened and let the lid snap shut on the container, cradling it to her chest. "Yeah, not being able to call for help is the only thing that’s kept me from asking," she admitted with a shrug. "But gods, it would be so cool to shift into something massive like my dads can."
Flashing Deimos a grin, she turned toward the slope they’d come down. "Well. Jar's full, and as charming as Halo is, I need to get back somewhere I don't need to wear all these layers." She wiggled her fingers at Erebos, calling, "Bye, baby snow goblin! Try not to eat any more icicles with faces!"
Then to Deimos, her smile softened, warm despite the cold. "I’m glad I ran into you. I always am." She stepped closer, offered a brief, impulsive squeeze to his arm—and then with a flick of her compass, vanished into the bright, biting snow.
~FIN
She straightened and let the lid snap shut on the container, cradling it to her chest. "Yeah, not being able to call for help is the only thing that’s kept me from asking," she admitted with a shrug. "But gods, it would be so cool to shift into something massive like my dads can."
Flashing Deimos a grin, she turned toward the slope they’d come down. "Well. Jar's full, and as charming as Halo is, I need to get back somewhere I don't need to wear all these layers." She wiggled her fingers at Erebos, calling, "Bye, baby snow goblin! Try not to eat any more icicles with faces!"
Then to Deimos, her smile softened, warm despite the cold. "I’m glad I ran into you. I always am." She stepped closer, offered a brief, impulsive squeeze to his arm—and then with a flick of her compass, vanished into the bright, biting snow.
~FIN
