i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora watches him settle beside her, her grin lingering just long enough to soften before slipping into something quieter—something steadier. The wind teases a few curls across her cheek, but she doesn’t brush them away right away, eyes fixed on the horizon for a breath longer than necessary. Then she turns to him, all brightness fading into a startling earnestness.
"I think you should get back into the fight," she says simply, no preamble, no theatrics. Just the truth, laid bare between them on a bed of sky and sea air. "Against the Family. You and Remi both." She lifts a hand almost immediately, as if to stop the protest already forming in his throat. "I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve been in Dahlia’s sights since before she ever got her claws into you."
There’s no anger in her voice—just certainty, tempered by the weight of all the things she’s had to grow into and how little she wants to be thought of as an excuse for why her dad's weren't helping out more. Her fingers toy idly with the fringe of a pillow, a flicker of motion for hands that don’t quite know how to be still. "Mateo’s moving to Haulani," she adds softly. "So he'll be safe."
She glances at him now, gaze steady and unwavering, the wind catching the gold hoops in her ears and setting them gently swaying. "Besides, so long as you have enough slots to bring me back should Dahlia get dramatic, you shouldn’t be limiting yourself because of me, and honestly it doesn't seem as though the others are taking this as seriously as they should."
"I think you should get back into the fight," she says simply, no preamble, no theatrics. Just the truth, laid bare between them on a bed of sky and sea air. "Against the Family. You and Remi both." She lifts a hand almost immediately, as if to stop the protest already forming in his throat. "I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve been in Dahlia’s sights since before she ever got her claws into you."
There’s no anger in her voice—just certainty, tempered by the weight of all the things she’s had to grow into and how little she wants to be thought of as an excuse for why her dad's weren't helping out more. Her fingers toy idly with the fringe of a pillow, a flicker of motion for hands that don’t quite know how to be still. "Mateo’s moving to Haulani," she adds softly. "So he'll be safe."
She glances at him now, gaze steady and unwavering, the wind catching the gold hoops in her ears and setting them gently swaying. "Besides, so long as you have enough slots to bring me back should Dahlia get dramatic, you shouldn’t be limiting yourself because of me, and honestly it doesn't seem as though the others are taking this as seriously as they should."
