you don't know that you're living 'til you're carrying scars
The coast is quieter than usual, the tide lazy and the sky brushed in soft citrus pastels that make everything feel a little unreal. Seafoam curls along the sand in sighing breaths, and overhead, gulls wheel through the pale Leafchange light like scraps of parchment torn from the sun.
Flora walks barefoot, the wet shore tugging at her ankles with every step, salt catching in her gold rings and curls. Her dress is something breezy and coastal—white with little embroidered flowers, loose enough to flutter with each sea-swept gust, cinched with a golden sash at the waist. A few shell bracelets clink softly at her wrist as she loops it through Sohalia’s arm, her other hand gesturing occasionally toward this dune or that cluster of palms like she’s already mentally redecorating the entire coastline.
"Okay," she says, curls bouncing as she tips her head toward a rise in the sand where tidegrass grows thick and tangled. "That’s nice, right? Kinda dramatic but not too windswept?" She pauses, nose scrunching. "Or is that just the wind making me delusional?"
There’s a humour in her voice, light and familiar, but her grip tightens slightly where their arms are linked, as if drawing strength from the contact. "Enzo said I should build something new. Something grand. So he has a place to come back to." Her eyes flick out toward the sea, catching on the far edge of the horizon where the water turns dark and unknowable. "He suggested a pool, I suggested a waterslide, and we compromised with basically a mansion on the beach with an observatory at the top." She turns back to Sohalia with a smirk that’s almost real given the conversation she knows will follow this one.
"Sooo...step 1, find the perfect spot."
Flora walks barefoot, the wet shore tugging at her ankles with every step, salt catching in her gold rings and curls. Her dress is something breezy and coastal—white with little embroidered flowers, loose enough to flutter with each sea-swept gust, cinched with a golden sash at the waist. A few shell bracelets clink softly at her wrist as she loops it through Sohalia’s arm, her other hand gesturing occasionally toward this dune or that cluster of palms like she’s already mentally redecorating the entire coastline.
"Okay," she says, curls bouncing as she tips her head toward a rise in the sand where tidegrass grows thick and tangled. "That’s nice, right? Kinda dramatic but not too windswept?" She pauses, nose scrunching. "Or is that just the wind making me delusional?"
There’s a humour in her voice, light and familiar, but her grip tightens slightly where their arms are linked, as if drawing strength from the contact. "Enzo said I should build something new. Something grand. So he has a place to come back to." Her eyes flick out toward the sea, catching on the far edge of the horizon where the water turns dark and unknowable. "He suggested a pool, I suggested a waterslide, and we compromised with basically a mansion on the beach with an observatory at the top." She turns back to Sohalia with a smirk that’s almost real given the conversation she knows will follow this one.
"Sooo...step 1, find the perfect spot."
you're either falling in love or you're falling apart
