i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora rose with the same languid grace she'd shown while lounging, her sun-warmed limbs stretching under the soft tug of the sea breeze. Her wrap dress fluttered as she padded barefoot toward the bow, hand held out with imperious expectation as she peered down at the Knight.
Once his hand was in hers, she hopped lightly to the dock, the wood warm under her feet. Taking the champagne with a little hum of approval, she tilted it to eye the label, then tilted her gaze toward him with just as much scrutiny. "People in Haulani are also still complimenting that band that played during LongNight five years ago, so I don’t know if that counts as a reliable metric," she said dryly, though her smile softened, clearly appreciating the sentiment behind Ronin's words regardless of whether or not it was true.. With an affectionate bump of her shoulder against his arm, she let the comment settle as the weight of Jack’s name hung between them.
Her expression twisted, lips twitching into a pout that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, well," she murmured, "when it comes to boats and sails and sea curses, I’d be stupid not to take his advice." Her thumb rolled over the foil of the bottle absently. Even if he did stomp on her heart with a pair of salt-crusted boots and then sail away like it was just another Tuesday.
Glancing at the bow and then the bottle, Flora glances up at Ronin a touch skeptically. "Maybe I should have had you bring a backup."
Once his hand was in hers, she hopped lightly to the dock, the wood warm under her feet. Taking the champagne with a little hum of approval, she tilted it to eye the label, then tilted her gaze toward him with just as much scrutiny. "People in Haulani are also still complimenting that band that played during LongNight five years ago, so I don’t know if that counts as a reliable metric," she said dryly, though her smile softened, clearly appreciating the sentiment behind Ronin's words regardless of whether or not it was true.. With an affectionate bump of her shoulder against his arm, she let the comment settle as the weight of Jack’s name hung between them.
Her expression twisted, lips twitching into a pout that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, well," she murmured, "when it comes to boats and sails and sea curses, I’d be stupid not to take his advice." Her thumb rolled over the foil of the bottle absently. Even if he did stomp on her heart with a pair of salt-crusted boots and then sail away like it was just another Tuesday.
Glancing at the bow and then the bottle, Flora glances up at Ronin a touch skeptically. "Maybe I should have had you bring a backup."
