flora
Flora shrugs, lips quirking as she lets her gaze flick over him. "Sometimes harder is better," she says lightly, the chuckle that follows suggesting she’s amused whether he catches the innuendo or not.
At his question, her grin deepens. "Aren’t you supposed to be the Rae demigod? Seems like if anyone should know what seaweed’s thinking, it’s you." The tease is warm, the kind that slips easily between them as she shifts her hands—fingers splaying behind his head and across his lower back—until the water is doing more of the work than she is. "Feel that?" she asks, voice low and easy. "That’s not me holding you up anymore—that’s the spring. If you want, try spreading your arms out a bit. Makes it even easier for the water to carry you."
At his question, her grin deepens. "Aren’t you supposed to be the Rae demigod? Seems like if anyone should know what seaweed’s thinking, it’s you." The tease is warm, the kind that slips easily between them as she shifts her hands—fingers splaying behind his head and across his lower back—until the water is doing more of the work than she is. "Feel that?" she asks, voice low and easy. "That’s not me holding you up anymore—that’s the spring. If you want, try spreading your arms out a bit. Makes it even easier for the water to carry you."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
