you put me on & said i was your favourite
Flora glances at Soh—at the claws retracting and the half-shift melting away like steam off a summer tide—and grins wide, bright, breathless. "Gods, you’re such a badass," she says with a kind of reverence that’s laced with delighted awe. Her hand presses briefly to her own chest, feeling the lingering thrum of her heartbeat like a festival drum.
"I’m fine," she confirms, nodding as adrenaline still paints her cheeks a flush of rose-gold. Her curls are tangled, skin glowing with sweat and thrill, but she looks alive in that uniquely Flora way—like she’s made of sun and sea and stubborn defiance.
With a dramatic spin, she turns on her heel and faces the bridge behind them, planting her feet and lifting her hand high to deliver a bold, two-handed middle finger salute toward the whispering fog. "Get wrecked, fish freaks," she declares triumphantly, before dissolving into a musical laugh, rich and unbothered now that they’re clear.
Turning back to Sohalia, Flora claps her hands together, an impish gleam lighting her eyes. "Okay. Now that that drama’s behind us, I want to hear everything. How did your night with Koa go? Spill." She wiggles her fingers in front of her like she’s summoning the gossip from Sohalia’s soul.
"I’m fine," she confirms, nodding as adrenaline still paints her cheeks a flush of rose-gold. Her curls are tangled, skin glowing with sweat and thrill, but she looks alive in that uniquely Flora way—like she’s made of sun and sea and stubborn defiance.
With a dramatic spin, she turns on her heel and faces the bridge behind them, planting her feet and lifting her hand high to deliver a bold, two-handed middle finger salute toward the whispering fog. "Get wrecked, fish freaks," she declares triumphantly, before dissolving into a musical laugh, rich and unbothered now that they’re clear.
Turning back to Sohalia, Flora claps her hands together, an impish gleam lighting her eyes. "Okay. Now that that drama’s behind us, I want to hear everything. How did your night with Koa go? Spill." She wiggles her fingers in front of her like she’s summoning the gossip from Sohalia’s soul.
