you don't know that you're living 'til you're carrying scars
Flora follows Soh’s gesture with a tilt of her head, curls catching in the breeze as she eyes the spot—flat, surrounded by water on three sides, like a little stage carved by the gods themselves for drama and declarations and whatever chaotic life she decided to build next. "Hm," she hums thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes like she’s imagining columns rising straight out of the sand, glittering with salt-crusted stained glass. "Okay, yeah, I could just move it back a bit…or—" and here her tone lifts, bright with mock-innocence "—I could ask Safrin to keep the waves off it entirely. I mean, she already protects the whole coastline from monsoons. One little house can’t be that hard, right?"
Flora's smile fades like seafoam around her ankles, receding as she glances sideways at Soh. The question has been clawing at her ribs the whole walk, and now, with the wind low and the sky tender and peach-toned, it spills out before she can stop it. "So…" she says softly, voice a little hoarse around the edges, "you said in your letter you’d tell me everything. About Kai and Caly." Her fingers tighten faintly where their arms are still linked.
Flora's smile fades like seafoam around her ankles, receding as she glances sideways at Soh. The question has been clawing at her ribs the whole walk, and now, with the wind low and the sky tender and peach-toned, it spills out before she can stop it. "So…" she says softly, voice a little hoarse around the edges, "you said in your letter you’d tell me everything. About Kai and Caly." Her fingers tighten faintly where their arms are still linked.
you're either falling in love or you're falling apart
