you put me on & said i was your favourite
Flora’s grin tugs wide and wicked at the mention of being interrupted, a laugh already curling at the edge of her throat. "Oh my gods—I bet you were mortified." She practically sings it, even as her fingers fly up to her mouth like she’s trying to stifle the mental image. "Did you go full panic mode?" Her tone is pure mischief, but it’s laced with affection, the kind reserved only for the person who knows exactly what that expression looks like in a mirror.
But when Soh fidgets and glances away, Flora’s teasing fades. That smile becomes something smaller, more understanding. Of course she hadn’t wanted to ruin it. Of course she’d wanted it to be perfect. Because that’s just who Soh was—heart first, every time. Always believing in magic, even when it burns. Even when her prince charming was acting like a total toad.
Flora’s arms cross loosely beneath her chest, her weight shifting as she listens to the rest, brows lifting only slightly at the word limbo. "Ugh," she groans, dragging the word like a nail through silk. "It feels like you've been stuck there for, like, a hot minute now."
But when Soh starts calling herself stupid, Flora straightens. "Hey—no." Her voice isn’t sharp, exactly, but it’s firm in that queenly, no-room-for-argument way she’s grown into. "The world’s been crazy since before either of us were born and people fell in love still. There’s always some god rampaging or tower falling or city crumbling, and yes, it’s all important, but if that’s all we ever care about?" She gestures vaguely, frustration ghosting across her features. "Then why are we even fighting to save any of it? What’s the point of winning the world if we don’t get to live in it?"
Flora exhales slowly, shaking her head as the fire cools to something quieter as her
gaze lifts to Soh again, curious and careful. "So...where did you two leave it?"
But when Soh fidgets and glances away, Flora’s teasing fades. That smile becomes something smaller, more understanding. Of course she hadn’t wanted to ruin it. Of course she’d wanted it to be perfect. Because that’s just who Soh was—heart first, every time. Always believing in magic, even when it burns. Even when her prince charming was acting like a total toad.
Flora’s arms cross loosely beneath her chest, her weight shifting as she listens to the rest, brows lifting only slightly at the word limbo. "Ugh," she groans, dragging the word like a nail through silk. "It feels like you've been stuck there for, like, a hot minute now."
But when Soh starts calling herself stupid, Flora straightens. "Hey—no." Her voice isn’t sharp, exactly, but it’s firm in that queenly, no-room-for-argument way she’s grown into. "The world’s been crazy since before either of us were born and people fell in love still. There’s always some god rampaging or tower falling or city crumbling, and yes, it’s all important, but if that’s all we ever care about?" She gestures vaguely, frustration ghosting across her features. "Then why are we even fighting to save any of it? What’s the point of winning the world if we don’t get to live in it?"
Flora exhales slowly, shaking her head as the fire cools to something quieter as her
gaze lifts to Soh again, curious and careful. "So...where did you two leave it?"
