flora
Flora follows without hesitation, the mist eddying around her ankles as she trails Amhran through the deeper passage. The air grows thicker the farther they go, slick with warmth and she watches him duck beneath the stone with a touch of amusement—he looks entirely too buttoned-up for a swim, even with his sleeves rolled and the heavy layers left behind.
'How are you not melting?" she teases gently, the words soft and fond as she stoops to follow him beneath the outcrop. The stone drips faintly beside her, and the heat curls more aggressively here, clinging to her skin like syrup.
She comes to a halt beside him just as he crouches low, her gaze flicking toward the soft gleam of white in the shadows. Her breath catches faintly. "Oh," she murmurs, voice barely more than a breath. The lily is luminous even in the low light, each petal so delicate it seems unreal.
At his request, she shifts the basket carefully to the ground and leans into the satchel, pulling out the container with a smooth motion. "Here," she says, offering it out to him with both hands, still empty for now. "We can fill it with some of the spring water after. I mean—if the other lilies grew in this sort of heat, odds are this one’s going to be picky about what it drinks as well."
'How are you not melting?" she teases gently, the words soft and fond as she stoops to follow him beneath the outcrop. The stone drips faintly beside her, and the heat curls more aggressively here, clinging to her skin like syrup.
She comes to a halt beside him just as he crouches low, her gaze flicking toward the soft gleam of white in the shadows. Her breath catches faintly. "Oh," she murmurs, voice barely more than a breath. The lily is luminous even in the low light, each petal so delicate it seems unreal.
At his request, she shifts the basket carefully to the ground and leans into the satchel, pulling out the container with a smooth motion. "Here," she says, offering it out to him with both hands, still empty for now. "We can fill it with some of the spring water after. I mean—if the other lilies grew in this sort of heat, odds are this one’s going to be picky about what it drinks as well."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
