flora
Flora wisely refrains from offering to help peel him out of his sleeves—barely—but the smirk that curls at the corners of her mouth suggests the idea lingers. Instead, she simply nods, her gaze lingering as light begins to bloom from between his palms. There’s something quietly awstruck in the way she watches him work, heat and magic twining together in this pocket of the world that feels entirely cut off from time.
As he pats the soil down and sits back, she glances toward the newly planted seed, then back at him. "My brother’s a botanist," she says softly. "He’d probably faint if he saw how easily you did that." Her fingers brush her knee, casual and thoughtful all at once. "Would you mind if I showed him where you planted it? Mateo would never do anything to disturb it, but something this rare, I think he’d love to track how it grows."
She rocks back onto her feet with a small, satisfied sigh, then extends a hand toward Amhran with a crooked grin. "C’mon, up you get." The offer is almost comical given his height, but Flora holds her palm steady all the same, the gesture more about mischief than necessity.
Once they’re moving again, she leads him back out toward the main chamber where the steam breathes more freely, the air still heavy but less claustrophobic. Flora sets the basket down near one of the larger pools rimmed in smooth, heat-darkened stone, then lowers the container holding the lily beside it with delicate care. Only then does she slide the wrap from her hips. Her skin gleams with the humid glow of the hotspring, and she tilts her head toward the pool, brows raised. "Ready for your first swimming lesson?"
As he pats the soil down and sits back, she glances toward the newly planted seed, then back at him. "My brother’s a botanist," she says softly. "He’d probably faint if he saw how easily you did that." Her fingers brush her knee, casual and thoughtful all at once. "Would you mind if I showed him where you planted it? Mateo would never do anything to disturb it, but something this rare, I think he’d love to track how it grows."
She rocks back onto her feet with a small, satisfied sigh, then extends a hand toward Amhran with a crooked grin. "C’mon, up you get." The offer is almost comical given his height, but Flora holds her palm steady all the same, the gesture more about mischief than necessity.
Once they’re moving again, she leads him back out toward the main chamber where the steam breathes more freely, the air still heavy but less claustrophobic. Flora sets the basket down near one of the larger pools rimmed in smooth, heat-darkened stone, then lowers the container holding the lily beside it with delicate care. Only then does she slide the wrap from her hips. Her skin gleams with the humid glow of the hotspring, and she tilts her head toward the pool, brows raised. "Ready for your first swimming lesson?"
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
