Flora
Hadama’s solemnity earned the reward he was after: a snort of laughter low in Flora’s throat, unwilling but real. She shook her head, brushing hair back from her brow. "I won’t tell if you don’t," she said dryly, though the image of that particular sacrificial bait had her grinning despite herself.
But when he mentioned his gravity spikes and training with them further, her grin widened. "Duh, of course I’ll help. You can even go first." Her brows lifted, golden in the last flickers of sunset, and her teeth flashed in a smirk. "Y'know, since I already hit you once today."
Her teasing dulled, though, at the mention of her fathers. Flora blew out a breath, not quite a sigh but close, her bare toes digging into the cooling sand. "I never told them not to fight," she muttered. "But maybe I’ll give them a nudge." Ronin especially—because if they were waiting for her to be safe before getting back into the fray, well...they’d be waiting forever.
As for Dahlia, she snorted again, eyeing Hadama sidelong. "Do you even know how to flirt with anyone?" she asked, though the edge in her voice had softened again into something that sounded suspiciously like fondness.
Still, the thought of the pool party twisted something in her stomach, dragging her eyes toward the black silhouette of the mountains. If this was it—if they only got one shot—then gods, she wanted it to count. Wishing not for the first time that she could speak silently the way the attuned and demigods could, Flora nibbles at the inside of her cheek. "You think Deimos would let me borrow his…" She lifted a hand, waggled her fingers vaguely. "Lucky rabbit’s foot?"
But when he mentioned his gravity spikes and training with them further, her grin widened. "Duh, of course I’ll help. You can even go first." Her brows lifted, golden in the last flickers of sunset, and her teeth flashed in a smirk. "Y'know, since I already hit you once today."
Her teasing dulled, though, at the mention of her fathers. Flora blew out a breath, not quite a sigh but close, her bare toes digging into the cooling sand. "I never told them not to fight," she muttered. "But maybe I’ll give them a nudge." Ronin especially—because if they were waiting for her to be safe before getting back into the fray, well...they’d be waiting forever.
As for Dahlia, she snorted again, eyeing Hadama sidelong. "Do you even know how to flirt with anyone?" she asked, though the edge in her voice had softened again into something that sounded suspiciously like fondness.
Still, the thought of the pool party twisted something in her stomach, dragging her eyes toward the black silhouette of the mountains. If this was it—if they only got one shot—then gods, she wanted it to count. Wishing not for the first time that she could speak silently the way the attuned and demigods could, Flora nibbles at the inside of her cheek. "You think Deimos would let me borrow his…" She lifted a hand, waggled her fingers vaguely. "Lucky rabbit’s foot?"
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
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