Flora
His thanks catches her just as off guard as everything else has. It loosens something knotted tight in her chest, and her thoughts soften again, flickering quieter, steadier—like light on deep water when the wind dies down.
She hums a little in agreement, sipping her smoothie as the memory folds open inside her. There was wonder, sure—the kind she’d practically screamed about at the sight of the first starwhale cresting through the clouds—but there was more than that, too. The rush of his mouth on hers afterward, his hands braced on either side of her, his smirk against her breath like it had finally sunk in that she wasn’t some girl with a crush anymore; he’d wanted her. And not just because of the things she could offer him, but because he’d wanted to.
"You look like you need a haircut," she mumbles into her straw, one brow quirking up as she lifts her eyes to meet his. It's affectionate without daring too far, a little tether back to steady footing.
She hums a little in agreement, sipping her smoothie as the memory folds open inside her. There was wonder, sure—the kind she’d practically screamed about at the sight of the first starwhale cresting through the clouds—but there was more than that, too. The rush of his mouth on hers afterward, his hands braced on either side of her, his smirk against her breath like it had finally sunk in that she wasn’t some girl with a crush anymore; he’d wanted her. And not just because of the things she could offer him, but because he’d wanted to.
"You look like you need a haircut," she mumbles into her straw, one brow quirking up as she lifts her eyes to meet his. It's affectionate without daring too far, a little tether back to steady footing.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
