flora
Flora’s huff is softened by an affectionate smile, her eyes sparkling as she gives Enzo’s chest an overly dramatic, but decidedly gentle shove. "I mean, you’re not wrong," she concedes airily, wrinkling her nose as if reluctant to admit he’s got a point, even as she melts closer, "but honestly, I’ll take a bit of boyish charm over someone too jaded to laugh at my jokes any day. And let’s face it—it’s way easier to help someone mature a bit than to teach them how to actually be a decent person."
When he pinches her hip, she squawks indignantly, a loud, outraged sound that carries just enough playful exaggeration to cover the sounds of the nearby echo sharks. Squirming dramatically in her brother’s grip, Flora stretches up to press both palms to his cheeks, squishing his handsome face until his lips purse ridiculously beneath her fingers. "Rude," she pouts, even though it’s impossible to truly sound upset, especially with her eyes crinkling in delight at the sight of his squished mouth. But he’s painfully correct about Jack, as always, and so Flora releases him with a guilty sigh, leaning in conspiratorially. "You wanna know the absolute worst thing about it, though?" Her voice drops into a scandalized whisper, blue eyes round with playful horror. "The ‘upstart usurper’—aka the girl The Boy picked—is actually Jack’s daughter. Which, fml, but also, kind of checks out because this is Caido, oh and she's the daughter of a goddess." She grimaces theatrically.
Sighing, she leans into his touch as his fingers muss her carefully styled curls, softening a little beneath his quiet affection. "The closest person to actually knowing me other than you of course—like really knowing me—was The Boy," Which is apparently what they were calling Kaisel now. "And because I clearly never learn my lesson, we slept together, said nothing would change, but of course it totally did. Just, y'know, only for me. Cue the laugh track, roll credits, story of my love life."
Snapping her teeth affectionately after his fingertip bops her nose, Flora’s expression shifts into something more thoughtful, though still edged with humour as she dives straight into laying out her dilemma. "Alright, Judge Enzo," she drawls, looping her arm around his waist again, pressing close as though that simple touch will anchor him to her world for good. "So, I had to leave Haulani because of the Family nonsense, and I asked Caly—you know, the new Hanged Man owner and winner of The Boy's heart—to take over running things temporarily.
Except the Family situation lasted like a hot second, and suddenly the triplets—yeah, Enzo, triplets, because twins are obviously so last season—had redecorated, renamed drinks, the whole shebang. So now I feel shady as fuck demanding it back, and a little guilty, too, because when I couldn’t be queen at first, that bar was everything for me. It gave me something to build, something that was mine." Her gaze softens, sympathetic and genuine despite the layers of sass. "Maybe they need it now, like I did."
Her shoulders lift in an exaggerated shrug, expression sheepish and self-aware as she peers up into his familiar eyes. "Plus, four behind that bar sounds like a crowd, and we both know I'm terrible at sharing. I mean, maybe I really don’t need it, maybe I can focus on just being queen—" But Flora’s voice trails off, her eyes rolling again as she laughs softly, gently self-mocking as she finds the mirrored seaglass of Enzo's gaze and tries to drown herself in it.
"Cause if I take it back now, it's just gonna look like I'm being a petty, jealous bitch about the whole Kaisel thing." Err, The Boy.
When he pinches her hip, she squawks indignantly, a loud, outraged sound that carries just enough playful exaggeration to cover the sounds of the nearby echo sharks. Squirming dramatically in her brother’s grip, Flora stretches up to press both palms to his cheeks, squishing his handsome face until his lips purse ridiculously beneath her fingers. "Rude," she pouts, even though it’s impossible to truly sound upset, especially with her eyes crinkling in delight at the sight of his squished mouth. But he’s painfully correct about Jack, as always, and so Flora releases him with a guilty sigh, leaning in conspiratorially. "You wanna know the absolute worst thing about it, though?" Her voice drops into a scandalized whisper, blue eyes round with playful horror. "The ‘upstart usurper’—aka the girl The Boy picked—is actually Jack’s daughter. Which, fml, but also, kind of checks out because this is Caido, oh and she's the daughter of a goddess." She grimaces theatrically.
Sighing, she leans into his touch as his fingers muss her carefully styled curls, softening a little beneath his quiet affection. "The closest person to actually knowing me other than you of course—like really knowing me—was The Boy," Which is apparently what they were calling Kaisel now. "And because I clearly never learn my lesson, we slept together, said nothing would change, but of course it totally did. Just, y'know, only for me. Cue the laugh track, roll credits, story of my love life."
Snapping her teeth affectionately after his fingertip bops her nose, Flora’s expression shifts into something more thoughtful, though still edged with humour as she dives straight into laying out her dilemma. "Alright, Judge Enzo," she drawls, looping her arm around his waist again, pressing close as though that simple touch will anchor him to her world for good. "So, I had to leave Haulani because of the Family nonsense, and I asked Caly—you know, the new Hanged Man owner and winner of The Boy's heart—to take over running things temporarily.
Except the Family situation lasted like a hot second, and suddenly the triplets—yeah, Enzo, triplets, because twins are obviously so last season—had redecorated, renamed drinks, the whole shebang. So now I feel shady as fuck demanding it back, and a little guilty, too, because when I couldn’t be queen at first, that bar was everything for me. It gave me something to build, something that was mine." Her gaze softens, sympathetic and genuine despite the layers of sass. "Maybe they need it now, like I did."
Her shoulders lift in an exaggerated shrug, expression sheepish and self-aware as she peers up into his familiar eyes. "Plus, four behind that bar sounds like a crowd, and we both know I'm terrible at sharing. I mean, maybe I really don’t need it, maybe I can focus on just being queen—" But Flora’s voice trails off, her eyes rolling again as she laughs softly, gently self-mocking as she finds the mirrored seaglass of Enzo's gaze and tries to drown herself in it.
"Cause if I take it back now, it's just gonna look like I'm being a petty, jealous bitch about the whole Kaisel thing." Err, The Boy.
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
