Flora
Flora leans back enough to tip her head up at him, her curls sticking a little to his shoulder with sweat and salt. "Love bombing’s when someone drowns you in attention," she explains softly. "Big gestures. Gifts. Constant affection. It’s not always bad, but...sometimes it’s used to manipulate people. To trap them. Make them think what they’re feeling is love when it’s just pressure dressed up in roses." Her voice fades out toward the end, nose wrinkling.
Still nestled close, her arms give a last squeeze before she draws back, brushing her hair from her face as she does. "I appreciate you, Hadama," she murmurs, voice steadier now. "Even when I go flying off like a loose cannon. It means a lot knowing you're always there when I come back down." Her smile tilts sideways with quiet affection. "Even if you do get mad sometimes. You still stay." Which, as Flora was coming to learn, was a rare and valuable trait indeed.
There’s warmth in her voice, gratitude that flickers before something more pragmatic takes its place. With a small, deliberate breath, Flora turns to look out across the ocean, letting the wind toss her hem as she gathers her thoughts. "Soooooo," she begins, voice shifting toward something more official, "what do you think we should set our sights on for the season? Region-wise." Her thumb taps against the shell of his ring as her other hand settles on her hip.
Still nestled close, her arms give a last squeeze before she draws back, brushing her hair from her face as she does. "I appreciate you, Hadama," she murmurs, voice steadier now. "Even when I go flying off like a loose cannon. It means a lot knowing you're always there when I come back down." Her smile tilts sideways with quiet affection. "Even if you do get mad sometimes. You still stay." Which, as Flora was coming to learn, was a rare and valuable trait indeed.
There’s warmth in her voice, gratitude that flickers before something more pragmatic takes its place. With a small, deliberate breath, Flora turns to look out across the ocean, letting the wind toss her hem as she gathers her thoughts. "Soooooo," she begins, voice shifting toward something more official, "what do you think we should set our sights on for the season? Region-wise." Her thumb taps against the shell of his ring as her other hand settles on her hip.
'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
Code stolen from Queen Sky
