flora
Flora rolls her eyes, as if the very idea of downplaying that particular title is absurd. "Jack," she says, dragging out the word like it’s a punchline. "You’ve got the most kids out of anyone I know—and two of them are demigods. And they’re all with Safrin." She throws her hands up in theatrical disbelief.
She’s still smirking as she follows him up the stairs, boots thudding lightly on the stone, the wind tugging at her coat—his coat—as if trying to remind her it isn’t hers. She takes his offered hand to step up and over the rail, her fingers briefly warm against his before she lets go.
The laugh, when it comes, is so unexpected that she nearly startles, eyes cutting toward him in genuine surprise. It softens her in an instant, her own smile blooming unguarded as rose-gold warmth spills quietly through her thoughts. A huff escapes her as she stomps ahead a little too dramatically, curls bouncing, clearly trying to beat him to the door below deck. He might not be staying, which was fine, but she’s not giving up his coat before she finds something else to wrap around herself.
She tosses her words back over her shoulder as she moves below. "Apparently Safrin made the new spring," she calls, voice echoing faintly in the space. "The water’s all starry and shit. Pretty sure there’s no lilies or roses nearby either, so bonus—less chance of running into, like, a hundred people trying to keep playing hero."
She’s still smirking as she follows him up the stairs, boots thudding lightly on the stone, the wind tugging at her coat—his coat—as if trying to remind her it isn’t hers. She takes his offered hand to step up and over the rail, her fingers briefly warm against his before she lets go.
The laugh, when it comes, is so unexpected that she nearly startles, eyes cutting toward him in genuine surprise. It softens her in an instant, her own smile blooming unguarded as rose-gold warmth spills quietly through her thoughts. A huff escapes her as she stomps ahead a little too dramatically, curls bouncing, clearly trying to beat him to the door below deck. He might not be staying, which was fine, but she’s not giving up his coat before she finds something else to wrap around herself.
She tosses her words back over her shoulder as she moves below. "Apparently Safrin made the new spring," she calls, voice echoing faintly in the space. "The water’s all starry and shit. Pretty sure there’s no lilies or roses nearby either, so bonus—less chance of running into, like, a hundred people trying to keep playing hero."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
