taking more from everything that ends

flora

Flora's thumb gently brushes over Kaisel's fingers, the contact hesitant but tender, and she feels ridiculous holding his hand across the table like they're awkward teenagers navigating something delicate and uncertain. She doesn't dare offer more, though she eases forward slightly to remove the strain in her arm, her fingers gently curling into his grasp. Her heart thrums quietly behind her ribs, both comforted and haunted by his reassurances—because despite his sincerity, she knows he's wrong. Asta's voice still echoes sharp and clear in her memory, calling their time together a mistake; Jack's silence a confirmation louder than any words, and Koa...well, she can imagine clearly enough the regret he'd likely admit if pressed. That if he could do it all again he'd orbit himself away from her star so as not to be trapped in her orbit. But Flora doesn't argue; there's no point in fighting his earnest attempt to soothe the wounds she wears so openly when it's just Kai's gaze upon her.

Instead, she offers him a soft, crooked smile. "I liked you picking me up," she admits quietly, her gaze flickering shyly toward the tabletop before returning to his. "It was sweet—and kind. Don't apologize for that." Her voice trails into a resigned sigh, one that’s edged with a gentle tease despite the sincerity beneath. "Maybe I just need to get laid," she murmurs dryly, lips quirking into a faint smirk before she deliberately shifts her foot slightly beneath his other hand, leaning into the warmth of his palm as if by accident. Flora’s eyes flash playfully, tension melting momentarily beneath mischief as she suddenly wonders: "Are you coming to my party at the Hanged Man?"

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

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