lay your soul onto mine
Her head jerks back like he’s just asked if she’d taken up knitting with Dahlia. [sayt]"What? No—well, yes, but not like that," she says, baffled by the sudden shift and the tone behind it.
Maybe she’s still riding the high of Sohalia’s support, or maybe it’s just that Kaisel’s disbelief needles something raw and sore inside her—but she finds herself getting defensive. "I talked to him," she says, arms folding tight across her chest. "When I saw him coming back from Starfall alone, because I knew Hadama had been headed that way and I wanted to know what had happened." Actually she'd tried to signal a mayday but got her flags wrong, but either way, the Ark had stopped. "I talked to him about how he didn't kill you."
But of course that wasn't where the story ended. Her shoulders sink slightly as she exhales. "And then we got into another fight about who was right or, I guess, the most wrong in our breakup. He said I meant nothing to him and told me to just go." Her voice is quieter now, bitter like seawater caught in the throat. "And then, like..like two days later I ran into him on the pier and he was just...nice. Like nothing had happened." Actually he hadn't been nice, he'd been in wild amounts of psychic pain that rendered him basically unable to argue with her, which sometimes amounted to the same thing.
Flora shakes her head, curls bouncing with the movement, a scowl pulling at her lips. "If that counts as talking, then fine. Sure." Her gaze drifts past Kaisel to the horizon, her arms still crossed, body language stiff and shut. "But I didn’t exactly send him a letter sealed with hearts and rose petals, if that’s what you’re accusing me of."
The guilt creeps in then, twisting beneath her ribs, evident in the way she fidgets with one of her bracelets and doesn’t quite meet his eyes. If Kai had wanted to see if she was still upset about the captain well, congrats kiddo.
Maybe she’s still riding the high of Sohalia’s support, or maybe it’s just that Kaisel’s disbelief needles something raw and sore inside her—but she finds herself getting defensive. "I talked to him," she says, arms folding tight across her chest. "When I saw him coming back from Starfall alone, because I knew Hadama had been headed that way and I wanted to know what had happened." Actually she'd tried to signal a mayday but got her flags wrong, but either way, the Ark had stopped. "I talked to him about how he didn't kill you."
But of course that wasn't where the story ended. Her shoulders sink slightly as she exhales. "And then we got into another fight about who was right or, I guess, the most wrong in our breakup. He said I meant nothing to him and told me to just go." Her voice is quieter now, bitter like seawater caught in the throat. "And then, like..like two days later I ran into him on the pier and he was just...nice. Like nothing had happened." Actually he hadn't been nice, he'd been in wild amounts of psychic pain that rendered him basically unable to argue with her, which sometimes amounted to the same thing.
Flora shakes her head, curls bouncing with the movement, a scowl pulling at her lips. "If that counts as talking, then fine. Sure." Her gaze drifts past Kaisel to the horizon, her arms still crossed, body language stiff and shut. "But I didn’t exactly send him a letter sealed with hearts and rose petals, if that’s what you’re accusing me of."
The guilt creeps in then, twisting beneath her ribs, evident in the way she fidgets with one of her bracelets and doesn’t quite meet his eyes. If Kai had wanted to see if she was still upset about the captain well, congrats kiddo.
