with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora just shrugs, the movement easy but carrying more weight than she bothers to put into words. "Isn’t that the point of parents?" she asks, her tone light enough, though it’s not meant as a joke. In her mind, that was the whole deal—maybe they didn’t get everything right, maybe they even screwed things up spectacularly, but doing their best had to be the baseline. Anything less, and you ended up with kids like her and Mateo, who were both walking examples of just how jaded you could make someone when you didn’t. Her fingers tuck deeper into her pockets as they walk, shoulders loose, though the thought lingers like a stone at the bottom of a tidepool.
Listening as Maea speaks, Flora's brows lift higher with each revelation, curiosity and a flicker of amusement sliding across her features. "So basically you’ve been everything," she murmurs, the corner of her mouth tilting upward. There’s something almost enviable about the range of it, though Flora isn’t sure she’d ever want to live through that much change herself.
After a moment’s thought, she tilts her head toward Maea, curiosity sparking openly now. "Which one was your favourite?" she asks, voice warm but genuinely interested. "Not the most useful, or the most practical, just..the one you liked being the most."
Listening as Maea speaks, Flora's brows lift higher with each revelation, curiosity and a flicker of amusement sliding across her features. "So basically you’ve been everything," she murmurs, the corner of her mouth tilting upward. There’s something almost enviable about the range of it, though Flora isn’t sure she’d ever want to live through that much change herself.
After a moment’s thought, she tilts her head toward Maea, curiosity sparking openly now. "Which one was your favourite?" she asks, voice warm but genuinely interested. "Not the most useful, or the most practical, just..the one you liked being the most."
