flora
Flora tips her head, regarding him with more interest than she has so far allowed herself—less stiff, less composed, and just a little more normal-seeming with that playful narrowing of his eyes. "Easier in cooler water?" she echoes, shrugging before giving her head a slight shake. "Not really. The ocean’s easier because it’s salt water—makes you floatier without even trying. Springs like this are just fresh water, so you have to do a bit more of the work yourself." Her grin tugs wider. "You probably wouldn’t notice much difference unless you were in the water a lot...but trust me, once you do, it’s like night and day."
And then, with all the confidence in the world, she smoothly lies. "Of course I’ve taught loads of people to swim," she says, tone casual, as if it’s simply a given. Sliding one arm beneath the curve of his neck, she guides the other around to his lower back, the motion steady and sure. "Here’s the trick—being tense will have you sinking faster than anything else. You’ve gotta go as boneless as possible, let the water do the work for you."
Her touch is light but anchored, encouraging him to trust her enough to loosen the lines of his body, her voice dipping low with mock solemnity. "Think seaweed thoughts."
And then, with all the confidence in the world, she smoothly lies. "Of course I’ve taught loads of people to swim," she says, tone casual, as if it’s simply a given. Sliding one arm beneath the curve of his neck, she guides the other around to his lower back, the motion steady and sure. "Here’s the trick—being tense will have you sinking faster than anything else. You’ve gotta go as boneless as possible, let the water do the work for you."
Her touch is light but anchored, encouraging him to trust her enough to loosen the lines of his body, her voice dipping low with mock solemnity. "Think seaweed thoughts."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
