Enzo
You’ve all seen this party trick before (and if you haven’t you better be watching this time because it’s going to be wayyyyy bigger) and Enzo would never let himself be predictable or stale, so the details aren’t necessary. Parting of the veil, strange shimmer of light, and pop! Congrats, it’s a boy!
Already barefoot, Enzo wiggles his toes in the sand as he looks around at the beautiful arrangements. His dad seems a little busy schmoozing it up with Ronin - though they both look impressively handsome, well done - which leaves Enzo the opportunity to make a little Ludo magic happen. He’s here for a reason, right? He can hunt down his parents later tonight.
So Enzo turns and promptly vanishes into the mix of bodies, eyes set on golden, torchlit hair that calls to him like a homing beacon.
She’s kneeling before a lantern that is familiar enough in style for Enzo to assume it’s his. Weird. But sweet, which sort of defines their entire family’s existence, so he mentally skates right past it. Because the shadows on his twin’s face are deeper than lantern light and twilight can justify, and Enzo simply can’t allow that.
Coming up as quietly as he can behind her - coyly raising a finger to his lips in a shushing motion toward Mateo should he spy the approach - he sweeps his arms around Flora’s waist from behind, dropping his chin onto her shoulder to croon, “Oooh, what do we have here?” before pulling her into a spin - up and around in a swirling arc. The ethereal living garden she’s wearing is gorgeous and deserves a bit of flare and motion to draw everyone’s eyes to it. To her. Plus she’ll definitely laugh then. “Not just one sibling but two?” Enzo deposits her gently back on her feet, hand gracefully guiding her to turn around with fingers spanning around the curve of her shoulder blade, green eyes glittering like polished jade in the twilight when they meet hers. “Hi there, gorgeous. You called?” Enzo’s free hand cups up to bump playfully under her chin, eternal smirk as tender as it can get.
Not one to forget a crowd, he tilts his head back to wink at Mateo, though his body never turns away from Flora. “Looking devilish, brother mine. Is hooking up at a vow renewal as gauche as a funeral? Dare you to try.” Enzo is back for all of one night, there’s no time to waste - every whirlwind word and action needs to slip free as they come so he might make them remember him a bit more clearly when he leaves again.
Already barefoot, Enzo wiggles his toes in the sand as he looks around at the beautiful arrangements. His dad seems a little busy schmoozing it up with Ronin - though they both look impressively handsome, well done - which leaves Enzo the opportunity to make a little Ludo magic happen. He’s here for a reason, right? He can hunt down his parents later tonight.
So Enzo turns and promptly vanishes into the mix of bodies, eyes set on golden, torchlit hair that calls to him like a homing beacon.
She’s kneeling before a lantern that is familiar enough in style for Enzo to assume it’s his. Weird. But sweet, which sort of defines their entire family’s existence, so he mentally skates right past it. Because the shadows on his twin’s face are deeper than lantern light and twilight can justify, and Enzo simply can’t allow that.
Coming up as quietly as he can behind her - coyly raising a finger to his lips in a shushing motion toward Mateo should he spy the approach - he sweeps his arms around Flora’s waist from behind, dropping his chin onto her shoulder to croon, “Oooh, what do we have here?” before pulling her into a spin - up and around in a swirling arc. The ethereal living garden she’s wearing is gorgeous and deserves a bit of flare and motion to draw everyone’s eyes to it. To her. Plus she’ll definitely laugh then. “Not just one sibling but two?” Enzo deposits her gently back on her feet, hand gracefully guiding her to turn around with fingers spanning around the curve of her shoulder blade, green eyes glittering like polished jade in the twilight when they meet hers. “Hi there, gorgeous. You called?” Enzo’s free hand cups up to bump playfully under her chin, eternal smirk as tender as it can get.
Not one to forget a crowd, he tilts his head back to wink at Mateo, though his body never turns away from Flora. “Looking devilish, brother mine. Is hooking up at a vow renewal as gauche as a funeral? Dare you to try.” Enzo is back for all of one night, there’s no time to waste - every whirlwind word and action needs to slip free as they come so he might make them remember him a bit more clearly when he leaves again.
wallow aloud, and forget to forgive
ever to be the optimist
ever to be the optimist
