yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora glances sidelong at Theea, cheeks still tinged with a very particular flush that no amount of wildwood breeze can quite chase away. But it’s the kind of flush that’s softened now, smoothed over by satisfaction and maybe just a little leftover giddiness, so the grin that curves her lips comes easy. "I lived on the Ark for like..." She trails off, wrinkling her nose as she lifts a shoulder, clearly unsure where to draw the line between crashing aboard and practically moving in. "...a while." she amends, voice light, even if there’s a quiet ripple of history beneath it.
Then, with the sort of casualness that’s only earned through repetition—or a recent tangle in the woods—she adds, "Jack and I dated. For about a year or so." Normally, that admission might come with a sigh or a wince or a sudden need to drink whatever’s closest, but this time Flora’s lips twist into a small, almost secret smile. Not smug. Just...settled. Like some piece of her finally clicked back into place, however briefly. "Bassian still comes for sleepovers on my boat a few times a month. We make pancakes and gossip about the rest of the crew."
Then, with the sort of casualness that’s only earned through repetition—or a recent tangle in the woods—she adds, "Jack and I dated. For about a year or so." Normally, that admission might come with a sigh or a wince or a sudden need to drink whatever’s closest, but this time Flora’s lips twist into a small, almost secret smile. Not smug. Just...settled. Like some piece of her finally clicked back into place, however briefly. "Bassian still comes for sleepovers on my boat a few times a month. We make pancakes and gossip about the rest of the crew."
some real big things I still gotta figure out
