flora
Flora smiles as he stretches, the easy trust in his voice warming her almost as much as the cave’s heat. "Mmhm," she hums, brushing a curl back from her cheek. "Mateo could probably give you a run for your money, demigod or not. He’s got dirt under his nails more often than not and can talk your ear off about root systems like it’s the most romantic thing in the world." Her fondness is obvious, and there's a flicker of pride there too, tucked beneath the teasing.
But her words taper off as Amhran begins to strip away his outer layers, and though she tries—gods, she tries—to be subtle, Flora still catches herself sneaking glances from the corner of her eye. The shirt comes off, the heat shimmering across his skin, and she busies herself with brushing imagined wrinkles from her sarong until it’s safely off and folded. Her throat clears a little too deliberately.
"Here, by the edge," she says, voice a touch too breezy as she nods toward the water. She pads forward and perches on the rim, letting her legs slide in first with a small, delighted sigh. The heat of the spring wraps around her calves like velvet, and with a gentle push, she eases the rest of the way in, the water rising to kiss just beneath her collarbones.
Her curls begin to frizz free from their twist as she turns to glance back at him, arms drifting loosely along the surface. "C’mon," she calls, grinning. "No swimming required just yet—I promise. You’ve got plenty of room to stand."
But her words taper off as Amhran begins to strip away his outer layers, and though she tries—gods, she tries—to be subtle, Flora still catches herself sneaking glances from the corner of her eye. The shirt comes off, the heat shimmering across his skin, and she busies herself with brushing imagined wrinkles from her sarong until it’s safely off and folded. Her throat clears a little too deliberately.
"Here, by the edge," she says, voice a touch too breezy as she nods toward the water. She pads forward and perches on the rim, letting her legs slide in first with a small, delighted sigh. The heat of the spring wraps around her calves like velvet, and with a gentle push, she eases the rest of the way in, the water rising to kiss just beneath her collarbones.
Her curls begin to frizz free from their twist as she turns to glance back at him, arms drifting loosely along the surface. "C’mon," she calls, grinning. "No swimming required just yet—I promise. You’ve got plenty of room to stand."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
