taking more from everything that ends

flora

Flora doesn't even bother lifting her head at first—just snorts into the crook of her elbow like she’s been personally attacked. "Okay, number one," she drawls lazily, "you’re obligated to love me even if I’m a potato chip. It’s in the friendship clause." She holds up an imaginary scroll between two fingers, complete with a royal flourish. "Number two, I have personally witnessed you eat an entire bag of potato chips after insisting you weren’t hungry, and number three—how else am I supposed to become an old leathery sea witch if I’m not hot and bronze now? Hm? Think, Kai."

She glances sidelong just in time to see him launching into his patented sunscreen rescue crawl, and instead of helping, she props herself up on her forearms and watches. Her gaze tracks every grunt, every squirm, every pathetic reach like it’s the most compelling drama of the season.

Only when his hip drifts perilously close to her head does she sit up in a flash, shoving him to the side with a yelp and a shove. "Oi! You absolute barnacle," she cries, swatting at him like a cat. "You’re about to be the Sugar Tide’s first man overboard if you don’t get that ass under control."

She flops back down again with a huff, cheek once more pillowed on her arm. "Anyway. As long as it takes, huh? That’s a real cryptic answer for someone who nearly dislocated a rib for sunscreen."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!