flora
Flora can’t help the curious flicker of thought, wondering if the Rae demigod has ever actually been kissed, and if faced with the choice, would he duck her lips in favour of drowning just to avoid them. The mental image earns him nothing more than a slow grin from her, though, and she shrugs lightly against him. "If Halo’s seaweed could talk, it’d probably spend most of its time complaining about the cold," she says, voice warm with amusement.
When his body finally settles into the water’s embrace on its own, she lets her fingertips flutter against his back in a gentle, reassuring pattern. "No, this ispatrick floating," she corrects with a bright laugh, "not swimming—but it’s a good first step." Applying soft pressure at the small of his back, she coaxes him upright again, the spring’s heat slipping away from his shoulders as his feet find the stone below.
Pulling back, she stretches her hands out toward him in invitation, the glimmer in her eyes as much challenge as encouragement. "Alright, next lesson," she says, nodding toward the rippling expanse just beyond them, "let’s see what you can do in the deeper water."
When his body finally settles into the water’s embrace on its own, she lets her fingertips flutter against his back in a gentle, reassuring pattern. "No, this is
Pulling back, she stretches her hands out toward him in invitation, the glimmer in her eyes as much challenge as encouragement. "Alright, next lesson," she says, nodding toward the rippling expanse just beyond them, "let’s see what you can do in the deeper water."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
