flora
Flora’s laughter spills free, bright and sweet like bubbles rising in a flute of champagne, and she melts dramatically against Enzo’s side, tipping her chin to fix him with a look that's all affectionate exasperation. "Okay, fiiiiiiiiiiine," she concedes, her voice teasingly petulant as she pokes a playful finger into his chest. "Maybe he was more boy than man—but gods, Enzo, he always made me laugh. And he was, like, really, really good." Her brows arch meaningfully, lips quirking into a smirk full of mischief and just a hint of lingering disappointment. "Not that it matters now, since he chose the girl who took over the Hanged Man—which honestly feels a little personal, even if it isn't, y'know?"
Jack's name earns a roll of her eyes so exaggerated it's a wonder she doesn't fall right into the sand. "You're absolutely right about Jack," she huffs, unable to keep her mouth from twitching upward at the corners despite herself. "Next time he kicks the bucket, I'm definitely leaving him dead." She pauses, then wrinkles her nose, fully aware she isn't fooling either of them, but enjoying the petty illusion anyway.
Her smile softens, quiets, and Flora nestles deeper into her twin's embrace, her arm looping around his waist as though holding tight enough could keep him permanently anchored. "It isn't even that no one's looking out for me," she murmurs, leaning her head comfortably against his shoulder. "They do, but it's either all these careful worried glances, like I’m seconds from falling apart—or they act like I’m some unstoppable goddess who can brush off anything, like getting dumped or nearly murdered is just another Tuesday." Her lips twist ruefully as she lifts her eyes back to Enzo.
She tilts her head, pressing her cheek to his shoulder so she can look up at him, her smile small and wistful, brightening slowly into something warmer as her eyes meet his. "You’re the only one who’s ever just...real with me. You never treat me like glass or steel or some delicate little flower." Her smile deepens into something more genuine, more fiercely affectionate. "And gods, I need that. Promise me you’ll keep being my one-person reality check when you’re back for good, okay? Someone has to keep me humble." Grinning, she wrinkles her nose up at him before her eyes flutter wide, a clear indication of having thought of something.
"Actually, I could use some twinly advice?"
Jack's name earns a roll of her eyes so exaggerated it's a wonder she doesn't fall right into the sand. "You're absolutely right about Jack," she huffs, unable to keep her mouth from twitching upward at the corners despite herself. "Next time he kicks the bucket, I'm definitely leaving him dead." She pauses, then wrinkles her nose, fully aware she isn't fooling either of them, but enjoying the petty illusion anyway.
Her smile softens, quiets, and Flora nestles deeper into her twin's embrace, her arm looping around his waist as though holding tight enough could keep him permanently anchored. "It isn't even that no one's looking out for me," she murmurs, leaning her head comfortably against his shoulder. "They do, but it's either all these careful worried glances, like I’m seconds from falling apart—or they act like I’m some unstoppable goddess who can brush off anything, like getting dumped or nearly murdered is just another Tuesday." Her lips twist ruefully as she lifts her eyes back to Enzo.
She tilts her head, pressing her cheek to his shoulder so she can look up at him, her smile small and wistful, brightening slowly into something warmer as her eyes meet his. "You’re the only one who’s ever just...real with me. You never treat me like glass or steel or some delicate little flower." Her smile deepens into something more genuine, more fiercely affectionate. "And gods, I need that. Promise me you’ll keep being my one-person reality check when you’re back for good, okay? Someone has to keep me humble." Grinning, she wrinkles her nose up at him before her eyes flutter wide, a clear indication of having thought of something.
"Actually, I could use some twinly advice?"
you'r under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
