flora
Flora’s laughter spills easily over the steam, warm and bright as sunlight through saltwater. "Unlike Halo," she says with a grin, "this your body will actually adjust to. Give it a little time and I promise you’ll be melting into it like a cat in a sunbeam."
When he resurfaces from his unplanned face plant, she’s still laughing—light, delighted, and maybe just a little too entertained. She drifts closer through the heat-hazed water, head tipping with feigned sympathy. "Of course it’s normal," she assures him solemnly, though her eyes are sparkling. "You’re just acclimatising. First thing any Torcher learns about the ocean—if you can float, you can survive. Even if you’re stranded, you’re not burning all your energy fighting to stay up."
Sliding behind him, she lets her hands rest lightly against his back, the contact easy and unhurried. "Lean back," she murmurs. "The water makes you nearly weightless, and I promise I won’t let you sink." There’s a grin in her voice, but it’s tempered with a kind of quiet confidence, like she’s done this enough times to mean it.
When he resurfaces from his unplanned face plant, she’s still laughing—light, delighted, and maybe just a little too entertained. She drifts closer through the heat-hazed water, head tipping with feigned sympathy. "Of course it’s normal," she assures him solemnly, though her eyes are sparkling. "You’re just acclimatising. First thing any Torcher learns about the ocean—if you can float, you can survive. Even if you’re stranded, you’re not burning all your energy fighting to stay up."
Sliding behind him, she lets her hands rest lightly against his back, the contact easy and unhurried. "Lean back," she murmurs. "The water makes you nearly weightless, and I promise I won’t let you sink." There’s a grin in her voice, but it’s tempered with a kind of quiet confidence, like she’s done this enough times to mean it.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
