flora
Flora’s heart twists a little tighter in her chest, a knot of confusion and warmth tangled into something almost painful. It isn’t her broken heart that has her desperate for Kaisel to stop—no, it's the relentless way he’s pushing against her barriers, gentle words slipping beneath her defences so easily she feels helpless against it. One more kind word, one more earnest look, and she knows she won’t be able to stop herself from tearing her shirt off and crawling into his lap, grinding her hips into his the way her traitorous mind has been vividly imagining since the moment he'd scooped her up. That thought alone has her throat tightening.
She takes a slow, cooling sip from her glass, welcoming the chill as it slides down her throat. But at Kaisel’s question, Flora tilts her head back, laughter bubbling up despite herself, sudden and bright even with the bittersweet memory it conjures. Her eyes glitter softly when she looks back at him, half-glaring, half-affectionate. Gods, Kai. You have a serious talent for finding all my soft spots, you know that?"
Her smile softens, becoming something quieter. "I only really wished on stars once. Properly, I mean." Her gaze drifts slightly, caught on the distant, sunlit edge of memory. "After Enzo died. I used to sit on the beach for hours, staring up at the stars, wishing on every single one for him to come back." The ache is still there, familiar and tender, but the sting has faded into something she can hold without flinching. Besides, she had a plan to get him back.Just one more level to go.
She shrugs softly, gaze sliding back to meet his. "When we were kids, our nonna used to take us to the observatory in the Greatwood. We never really wished on them then, though—mostly we’d just learn all the Fae stories about the constellations." Such had been commonplace when you were raised by a witch in an enchanted forest.
Pausing to take another slow sip of water, Flora arches a brow slightly, turning the tables with gentle curiosity. "What about you? Ever sent your wishes up into the dark?"
She takes a slow, cooling sip from her glass, welcoming the chill as it slides down her throat. But at Kaisel’s question, Flora tilts her head back, laughter bubbling up despite herself, sudden and bright even with the bittersweet memory it conjures. Her eyes glitter softly when she looks back at him, half-glaring, half-affectionate. Gods, Kai. You have a serious talent for finding all my soft spots, you know that?"
Her smile softens, becoming something quieter. "I only really wished on stars once. Properly, I mean." Her gaze drifts slightly, caught on the distant, sunlit edge of memory. "After Enzo died. I used to sit on the beach for hours, staring up at the stars, wishing on every single one for him to come back." The ache is still there, familiar and tender, but the sting has faded into something she can hold without flinching. Besides, she had a plan to get him back.
She shrugs softly, gaze sliding back to meet his. "When we were kids, our nonna used to take us to the observatory in the Greatwood. We never really wished on them then, though—mostly we’d just learn all the Fae stories about the constellations." Such had been commonplace when you were raised by a witch in an enchanted forest.
Pausing to take another slow sip of water, Flora arches a brow slightly, turning the tables with gentle curiosity. "What about you? Ever sent your wishes up into the dark?"
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
