your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora hums in agreement, the sound low and thoughtful as she turns her cup slowly between her fingers. "It is," she says, a note of something heavy and sympathetic in the words. "More than anyone should have to carry alone."
She watches Liam for a beat longer, then offers a smile—soft, a little crooked, but real. "If you’re serious, I can introduce you to Ronin. He’s the kind of dad who acts all casual and breezy, but he keeps a sharp eye on the people willing to step up. Especially now." Her smile warms, even as her fingers tap lightly once more at her saucer. "He also knows what it's like to lose someone close and then just...go off for a bit, so.."
The clatter of porcelain draws both their attention as the waiter sets down two plates, steam curling up like a promise. Flora shifts in her seat, the earlier tension bleeding out of her shoulders as the scent of toasted bagels and sun-drenched fruit fills the space between them.
And just like that, the world narrows to something easier. They don’t talk about war or a one-off kiss for a while—just trade quiet stories over coffee and breakfast, letting the hum of the café and the glittering sea beyond the rooftops remind them, if only for a little while, that peace can still be borrowed in small, golden moments.
~FIN
She watches Liam for a beat longer, then offers a smile—soft, a little crooked, but real. "If you’re serious, I can introduce you to Ronin. He’s the kind of dad who acts all casual and breezy, but he keeps a sharp eye on the people willing to step up. Especially now." Her smile warms, even as her fingers tap lightly once more at her saucer. "He also knows what it's like to lose someone close and then just...go off for a bit, so.."
The clatter of porcelain draws both their attention as the waiter sets down two plates, steam curling up like a promise. Flora shifts in her seat, the earlier tension bleeding out of her shoulders as the scent of toasted bagels and sun-drenched fruit fills the space between them.
And just like that, the world narrows to something easier. They don’t talk about war or a one-off kiss for a while—just trade quiet stories over coffee and breakfast, letting the hum of the café and the glittering sea beyond the rooftops remind them, if only for a little while, that peace can still be borrowed in small, golden moments.
~FIN
