flora
Flora snorts, playful indignation dancing in her gaze as she narrows her eyes teasingly at Kaisel. "Wow," she says, stretching out one long, bare leg and casually settling her foot onto the bench between his thighs, toes flexing slightly as she makes herself comfortable (unless he isn't manspreading, in which case on the bench next to his leg). "Now I definitely know you're calling me fat." Her lips curve into a quiet smirk, the humour lingering in the tilt of her head.
When Kaisel exhales, wistfulness clouding his voice, Flora shifts her attention fully to him. She props her chin in her palm, unconsciously mirroring him as she watches him carefully, lashes dipping as she considers. "And what was your wish?" she wonders, tapping a thoughtful finger against her lips. "Bigger muscles? World peace?" A grin flickers at the edges of her mouth, teasing now. "Extra desserts at dinner?" Her gaze flashes mischievously, before she huffs a soft laugh. "Or—hear me out—maybe Ludo made up the whole thing, just so everyone would start getting bitter staring up at Safrin's pretty stars."
His question about Enzo softens her instantly, the playful edges smoothing into something tender. The queen looks down at the table, the corner of her mouth quirking gently, wistfully. "Trying to explain him is sort of like... trying to describe a colour to someone who's never seen it," she begins softly. "Like, if you’ve never had a twin, it's basically impossible to get it right."
She exhales quietly, her gaze unfocused, tracing the subtle grain of the tabletop. "He was literally my other half—only he was definitely the better half of the two of us. Charming, funny, strong, witty." Her voice grows quieter, fondness swelling behind every word. "He'd always stand up for me, but not in a way that made me feel weak, you know? It was more like..." Her fingers spread slightly, searching for the right words, "he just wanted first crack at anyone who dared think they could ever go toe-to-toe with me."
There's a pause, her smile shifting towards bittersweet as her thumb brushes absently over a chip in the edge of the table. "I still see him once a year, thanks to my dad. I tell him everything he's missed—so that when I bring him back from the dead, he won't be behind on things." She glances up abruptly, catching herself, realizing only belatedly that Kaisel likely has no idea what she's talking about.
Her jaw sets stubbornly, determination flaring like sparks behind her eyes. "I'm bringing him back," she says, voice firm with absolute certainty, chin lifting slightly as she braces for whatever incredulity might follow. "I have a plan. Mort's going to do it—he just...doesn't know it yet."
When Kaisel exhales, wistfulness clouding his voice, Flora shifts her attention fully to him. She props her chin in her palm, unconsciously mirroring him as she watches him carefully, lashes dipping as she considers. "And what was your wish?" she wonders, tapping a thoughtful finger against her lips. "Bigger muscles? World peace?" A grin flickers at the edges of her mouth, teasing now. "Extra desserts at dinner?" Her gaze flashes mischievously, before she huffs a soft laugh. "Or—hear me out—maybe Ludo made up the whole thing, just so everyone would start getting bitter staring up at Safrin's pretty stars."
His question about Enzo softens her instantly, the playful edges smoothing into something tender. The queen looks down at the table, the corner of her mouth quirking gently, wistfully. "Trying to explain him is sort of like... trying to describe a colour to someone who's never seen it," she begins softly. "Like, if you’ve never had a twin, it's basically impossible to get it right."
She exhales quietly, her gaze unfocused, tracing the subtle grain of the tabletop. "He was literally my other half—only he was definitely the better half of the two of us. Charming, funny, strong, witty." Her voice grows quieter, fondness swelling behind every word. "He'd always stand up for me, but not in a way that made me feel weak, you know? It was more like..." Her fingers spread slightly, searching for the right words, "he just wanted first crack at anyone who dared think they could ever go toe-to-toe with me."
There's a pause, her smile shifting towards bittersweet as her thumb brushes absently over a chip in the edge of the table. "I still see him once a year, thanks to my dad. I tell him everything he's missed—so that when I bring him back from the dead, he won't be behind on things." She glances up abruptly, catching herself, realizing only belatedly that Kaisel likely has no idea what she's talking about.
Her jaw sets stubbornly, determination flaring like sparks behind her eyes. "I'm bringing him back," she says, voice firm with absolute certainty, chin lifting slightly as she braces for whatever incredulity might follow. "I have a plan. Mort's going to do it—he just...doesn't know it yet."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
